I thought I was going to die on Saturday.

I won't go into detail, but it did scare the living shit out of me. It was interesting to say the least. At that moment, I'd pushed my body to the limit, and luckily the only thing that happened is that I fell asleep and woke up feeling amazing. Thank goodness. C:

Lately I've been thinking a lot about how fucking crazy shit can be, especially because it -has- been crazy. You don't realize how nuts stuff is until you're placed in nutty situations and you step back and take a look around you. Human life is fragile. Every weekend I watch some poor kid get rushed to the hospital, freak out, get carried out by their friends, or just watch the ambulance sit there because there's really nothing they can do. Every weekend, I allow my body, spirit, mind, and soul to be free, and every weekend I push myself farther and farther than before without realizing my own personal limitations.

Really what I'm saying is that I need to be careful.

Despite the great time I've been having, I'm not going to lie... I've been feeling like I'm straight losing it. I have a job that I refuse to do because it literally gives me panic attacks and drives me to tears. I now get so angry that I scream at the top of lungs and punch the living (lol) shit out of my walls and doors as an attempt to keep from hurting myself. There are times when I just cannot sleep or eat for the life of me, but I continue on with my day because I have to. I'm determined to succeed, and at the end of the day, being productive really makes me feel the best in the world. I really like feeling like I'm getting shit done, you know? I'm just really stressed out lately.

But like all good things in life, the bad will pass too.

Just like my breakfast right now. Fuck being hungover. I have to actually get ready and go to school in an hour. :/

Peace out, kids.