breathe.
one breath in, another out, slowly to make sure that you can feel it.
there’s a problem. the breath isn’t as deep as it’s supposed to be. like you’re nervous or something. what the hell is it? your heart pounds because you can’t figure it out.
five days and running and you’ve had enough of this bullshit. one fucking day of deep breaths and you’ll be a happy camper. or a day of true boredom. or a day of thinking about unimportant things. maybe some shopping. or the desire to break down and cook a real meal. a job. good grades.
it’s nothing and something. kitty hugs are comforting. real hugs are comforting. this is new feeling. if only it had a name.