Have you ever felt like your heart's going to blast any minute and your mind's going to blow right after it? Well I do and I hate it; I feel frantic making my stomach ill at ease that even heaving a sigh can't give comfort. It bothers me real bad and makes me want to scream loud enough, breaking these chains inside. It's either I'm in danger of something or someone close to me is; either way, my guts tell me it's bad news.
This queasiness can go on until the culprit is laid; how I'll find the culprit? That my friends, is a question answerable by time alone. At the moment, all I can do is sigh and drink glasses of water to somehow pacify myself; if only I can down a jigger of whiskey in this broad daylight at work, I would've done so. Unfortunately, there isn't any liqueur nearby.
As of this writing, my insides are still chaotic; hopefully, before the day ends the cause will present itself to me or let it just cease to oblivion. Hmm...the latter is quite appealing just crossing my fingers it won't resurface as it would mean prolonging the agony; I still opt for the former. Yeah, bring it on and let it unfold. Whether it'd be later or soon a bad news will remain as bad news but at least if it'll come soon, I'll be able to fret and get over it soonest as well.
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