- J O S H U A -
A week full of unexpected panic attacks in expected times did not make me learn how to control my breathing.
In fact, it just made me depend more on Xanax.
Even though I promised Casey I'd call her instead of drinking those addictive pills.
How beautiful can my life get?
I would sometimes wake up from a nightmare with nausea overcoming my stomach and my throat as dry as a desert.
Pop a pill, drink liquor, pass out.
Then, sometimes I would get a random attack from school. Usually in class when her helpless image visits my mind.
Pop a pill, breathe deeply, go back to class.
It's the same process everyday, but a different time.
So, I would always carry a water bottle with me. In case I get a panic attack.
It sucks, to be honest.
Looking at her locker with only a fe
