panick doesn't even begin to describe it!
its like this searing hot liquid begins to bubble in my toes and then crawl its way through my veins, coursing up my body and shrouding my skin in uncomfortable warmness. i can't breathe.
my head begins to spiral and i look for an escape but i cant find direction!
thoughts are powerful things.
they can be destructive - i want to stop it! there must be something wrong. because then there must be a cure for this, affliction. but the desperately sad thing is that i know, i KNOW that i'll never be good enough!