All's Well That Ends Well

 

Today, I had a panic attack. I couldn't breathe properly for twenty minutes. I tried sitting up straight, sprawled on the table, buried my face onto my palm, walked around the library, paced back and forth from the library to the CR, stayed in the CR cubicle, looked at my reflection in the mirror and tried to talk to myself to calm down. I literally tried everything to no avail. Went to my classes and discussed while having just an ounce of the oxygen that I should breathe. 

I feel like a fish out of water.

That's the only thought that came into my mind multiple times during discussion but I carried on. My friend says it was a success. He watched me from the back door of my classroom. I guess the acting classes in college theatre paid off well haha. 

I thought I wouldn't survive this day but, hey, I'm still alive. I think our trip to the DO was healing. It was a different variable from the usual routine so I think it rearranged the stimuli. Plus, the stories helped a lot in taking off my mind from my thoughts. The people at the DO were surprisingly in a good mood too. One of my papers had the wrong format but it was miraculously accepted. Some comments of them were weird though, but all in all, the experience was good. I also ordered my favorite combo from my favorite café. I was also able to finish changing my guitar's strings. I was so jolly when I got home even though the person in my house greeted me nonchalantly I just brimmed with smiles haha. 

I thank all the people I interacted with today. I love my workmates and work doesn't seem to be a burden with their help! 

Good ending!

P. S. I hate the date tomorrow. If somebody greets me I'll fricking flip my shit.