Heart beating faster.
Short of breath.
Overwhelming eruption of feeling.
Desire to remove feeling.
Make it go away.
Masochistically deliberately make it more difficult.
Do I want to feel like this?
Maybe I'm not over this.
Struggle to use non specific pronouns.
This shouldn't be affecting me like this.
Look at the sky.
That seems to help.
Breathe.
That seems to help.
Keep going over it in your head.
Seems to make it worse.
I thought I was over this.
currently listening to: Veridis Quo - Daft Punk
This music isn't helping.
Go over it in head again.
Noticing that my pulse has slowed.
Feeling a little better.
Noticing I'm breathing again.
It was bound to happen.
And I was over this.
I was.
I am.
Love like you've never been hurt?
Sure thing Mark Twain.
Saturday, 29 December 2007
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Hmmmm, maybe move on dancing like nobody's watching, singing like nobody's listening and living like it's heaven on earth.
Do the easy ones first and come back to the tricky one I say :P.
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