I don't know how to describe the feeling whenever I get anxiety attacks. I just get all this fidgety and restless without even a single reason why I am feeling this friggin way.
There seems to be a gazillion things to do although I am procrastinating everything to the core because I am not feeling good. My stomach feels weird. It's having its own rumbly-in-my-tummy again. My heart beats like some crazed machine gone out of control and I am having a cold feet. So much for all this. Merde.
Now, what does this mean? Hmm, let me see. Maybe one: my gut feel is doing its rounds again on something that it could not pinpoint... err, yet; two: something is really wrong, dammit or three: my body is playing tricks on me again. I pray it's the last.
I could not move on. I don't know. This feeling is like some shot of mercury in my veins and I am close to blowing off the steam. I want to cry but I promised myself never to cry again over nothing. It is just plain stupid y'know. Scream? I wish I could but no can't do since I am jammed in this ever so corporate cubicle and people might just want to kick my arse off. Crazy!
But I think it is really right to say that I do feel so down... Like y'know EEYORE-down (that rag donkey character in Winnie the Pooh, dear) -- with all the pessimism and bad vibes pouring inside. I don't know. This is manic depression on the loose again.
