cabaretic

I had panic attacks all day long...and all the way back from Atlanta.

I leaned my hair out the car window and tried to puke, but all I could do was dry-heave. Have you ever had days before where, at their sweaty and trembly conclusions, you feel limp and exhausted?

The world swirled around me and the only thing I could think was...I have to beat this...I can't scream...I can't thrash about...I must be strong.

Every worst case scenario exploded out of proportion. Waves of intense fear and guilt and sin...

You talk to God in times like these, even if you're not religious.

Please God if you'll just get me home right now...only twenty more miles...

I wish I wasn't so frail. *sighs*