They were swirling all around her head again. Going around and around, so many thoughts, she could never just focus on one. And they were starting to hurt.1
Her stomach hurt and felt sick, and this anxiety would be the death of her. Her heart beat was quickening, dangerously fast now, she was afraid she was having a heart attack. 2
But the many swirling thoughts wouldn't let her concentrate on how she would save herself if she were having a heart attack. Instead they made her worry about school, and the people, and work, and family, and she felt so sick now that she just curled up into a ball, hoping it would eventually stop.3
She grabbed her iPOD as a last resort, hoping that, like the other times, the music would block the thoughts, her heart would stop racing, and she could live on for another day.4
She blasted the songs, full volume, trying to drown out her thoughts. At last, she was free. Her mind was calmed and her heart was beating at a normal rate, for now at least. She slipped into blissful slumber.
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This isn't true, is it?
I've had nights like this. Frequently.
Loved it. It rings true, even if it's not really nonfiction.
Miss you girly. -
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Thanks, and this is true to an extent. This is kind of how it feels in my head, but it's not as bad in reality. And music really does help. If it weren't for music the last couple of nights, I wouldn't have slept.
Miss you tons.
Love you dearly. -
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Well I'm glad it's not to this extent. And yeah, music is very helpful.
Love you too.
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