My anxiety makes me feel like a ticking time bomb.
Like I’m about to explode.
Too many things make it hard to breathe.
I’m living a rushed life in a slow world and my panic attacks make it impossible to slow down.
A million perfect moments go rushin’ through my brain. Every time I smell October, you’re standing in the rain.
When you look over your shoulder, baby, you can choose; to remember me however you want to.
That’s how I’ll remember you.
If you’re ever with a girl who is too good for you, marry her.
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
Laughter is the evidence that we’re still here, the proof that our tragedies will not define us forever. Laughter is the language of the survivor.