I’m having the “I’m going through a big life transition, should I drastically chop my hair off?” stereotypical crisis.
“If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me.”
This was one of my favorite books as a teenager. It wasn’t my favorite book-to-movie adaptation ever, but I still cried like a gd idiot.
Sometimes, when Buzzfeed isn’t talking about Zac Efron or puppies, they have really telling articles. This is an excerpt from an article about panic and anxiety disorders that I found very true:
You have a constant feeling of unease. Like a haze at the back of your head and a prickling in the middle of your chest. It’s OK. You’re used to it. Most of the time it’s background noise.
Then suddenly, for some reason or no reason at all, the prickles in your chest get sharper and your head gets foggier. Your heart pounds faster as it tries to defend itself from impending danger and your breathing becomes shallow as you desperately try to get air into your body and your brain. Your throat constricts and your chest contracts and your heart almost bursts from your chest and your head is hammering and you try to grasp onto something, anything, to keep you tethered and whole.
Your entire body is feeling everything and nothing all at once and you just want to jump out of your skin, get away from this feeling, get it away from yourself. Get yourself back.
haha! have fun at highschool today NERDS. i’m gonna be doing cool ADULT stuff like sleeping WHENEVER i want and CRYING
So Cam’s uncle found my zombie doppelgänger in Day of the Dead and suffice to say I’m not sleeping tonight. #zombie