So... it's been quite the crazy week. I guess in a nutshell (though there is much more to it... inquire if you'd like) after a series of panic attacks, I went to the doctor. She told me it was an extremely serious case of anxiety. She told me if the attacks didn't go away within a week that she would most likely suggest sending me to counseling and putting me on some sort of anti-panic attack meds. I really would rather not do either.
So... now I'm drunk. I haven't slept yet. I wish I could talk to him... yes... him... the one and only counterpoint of me in another. But... he's in Maine, and most likely sound asleep. He's getting a good night's rest before work....and me? I am still awake. I can't help but let him cross my mind. If I could do anything other than sleep to stop this from happening... then I would. I actually am willing to sleep if it can temporarily get him off my mind, but...I dream about him when I sleep. Dream about him, or memories that should be left undisturbed...
I think I'll give it a shot... sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. It's just like everything else in life.... total chance.

Currently Listening
"The Scientist"
A Rush of Blood to the Head
By Coldplay