Tuesday, February 28th, 2017

Sorrowful Paper Scribbles

Diary excerpt from Tuesday, February 28th, 2017

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Pure anxiety all day it was like climbing up a tall mountain without the relief of getting to the other side.

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The view, the rest, the moment you way effort against the outcome.

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No panic attack.

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Panics attack have an end because you stop dying and can breathe. My body stops shaking from the struggle of the ribs, diaphragm creaking, failing.

This really just, fucks up my whole day.

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I don’t get the relief of a panic attack, the luxury.

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I wish they would maybe just go away for a day, a day without panic.

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A day without dying.

Next comes meditation to guide me through all these depressed reactionary thoughts that like to shit on my progress.

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