“i told you to drink water and lie down and
you’d be ok and you were.”

I spent that night in the ER
and walked home at 1 am.
This is three months after my dad died,
two weeks after my landlord evicted me,
two and a half weeks after the guy
I was seeing told me had herpes and
ghosted me (but don’t tell them that
cuz then everyone panics), and five months
of continual construction
across the street of my house:
7 am-7pm, six days a week after one year
of there being a giant hole in the middle
of the road and intermittent
drilling being done on that.

and I’m not even really getting into itall just the highlights
just I hope that you have the worst life
imaginable.

“the panic attacks”