Madman.

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I feel like a madman. I feel anxious and with so many thoughts flying by so quickly I can do nothing to preserve them. I guess this is how I feel when I'm upset.

I've never really considered how to cope with being upset - often I write, or do something somewhat productive. But always, there's something in the back of my head that tells me "I need to talk to someone. I want to talk to someone", as though it is the only viable outlet to utilize. But once I find a way to deal with my anxiety, with my being upset - what-have-you - the feeling somewhat goes away. It lingers, but it slowly fades...

And I guess you can say I'm feeling this way right now. Once again, the nagging feeling, the almost near-panic of needing to talk to someone, anyone, starts to fade... but I guess it'll just build up 'til I burst and go into mental break-down. Which has happened to me at least once, but I doubt anyone really noticed - I was in my room with the door locked, after all.

I feel desperate. Like I need to breathe. I'm fighting the waves but eventually I won't be able to fight anymore and I'll just lose it. I just know it.

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