I need one. I'm relatively certain I've been having a panic attack since I woke up, but I haven't a safe place to just freak the fuck out. I'm experiencing all the physical strain of a melt down, without the catharsis of a good old-fashioned heaving, wracking sob-fest. I'm stuck in this emotional limbo. It feels like I've been awake, faffing about, for HOURS; but it's only three in the afternoon.
Something's gonna give, and I don't know what'll happen when it does... I want to get out of here. I want to leave and never have to look back. I want a shoulder to cry on, to tell me I'll make it, that I'm safe. I wanna go home; but I have no home and no shoulder to go to.