Butterflies in my stomach. Something that I have been told since I was little. That is how one describes being nervous. The saying never sat well with me.
I think I may throw up.
Excuse me, I need to pee for the fifth time in an hour.
My heart is racing so fast I think I may pass out.
I'm shaking so badly it's like there is an earthquake inside of me.
Take your pick. Any of these seem more appropriate then butterflies in my stomach. Nerves don't make me feel like there are cute, tiny little animals flying around in me. No. Nerves make me feel as if there is a rhino pacing across my intestines. They consume my entire being and allow no room for hope, for relief.
