HU: Panick attacks 😀🤌🏼
I walk the halls, leaving my class, and my mind begins to wander.
What was going on at the sleepover? Did they do that on purpose? Do they like me too? Was it a subconscious thing? Of course it was su conscious you idiot they were asleep!
I hit my forehead with the base of my palm.
How could I be so foolish? It's foolishly wishful thinking to imagine him liking me in return. I'm loud, rude, and stupid.
Snapping out of reality, I realize how Many people are in the hallway, The anxiety, the sudden commotion, the people was too much. I was panicking, my breathing sped up, my head began to ache, my throat felt dry, I drew my hands to my collar, it was blazing in the crowded hall. My breathing became uneven, and I started hyperventilating, standing there, frozen, shaking violently, as tears fell out the corners of my eyes. My vision was blurry, a figure showed up in front of me, saying words I couldn't hear. I was in between two columns, and I felt dizziness seep into me, I felt my knees give way as I fell. But it felt like I'd be falling forever. I'm in my own head. I see all these memories. The flatline. The screaming. The crying. A new memory. The butterflies. The moon, which was a beautiful waxing crescent, it's light casting a beautiful hue on the blanket. His warmth. His smile. Him. I wake up to the sounds of a conversation between The nurse and a figure I still quite can't figure out. I was too tired to keep my eyes open, so I went back to sleep, and woke up in a familiar bed. The bed from my memory.
(End)
I want you all to guess who this was about.
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Anways Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (go to fucking beeeeeeeeeeeeed)
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