I want to cry. I wasn’t even involved, it just happened in my vicinity and my heart went ballistic. It’s scary no matter how often it happens or how often everything ends up being fine.


Now I’m fighting off nausea trying to calm down 5 hours later still :( why can’t I just be normal. I just want to be a normal 28 year old. I want to be happy that I’m about to graduate. I want to feel like I’m not going to drop dead because my stupid heart goes nuts every time anything happens.


This week has been horrible. These incidents make me feel so small and vulnerable and alone.