“Why would I do that?”

My mind racing like a formula 51 driver at the Indy 500.

The zips and turns in my mind, reliving the fear and loathing of the previous 24 hours.

It’s hard to breathe,

so I take deeper breaths that do not help.

I lean against the wall feeling dumber and dumber as angst grips my soul.

Doubts comes surging back from the depths of hell like a freight train of its track overtaking me.

“What the hell was I thinking?” I thought.

Hours turn to days, and days turn to weeks.

Weeks into months.

Your life carries on.

That’ll be the last time I ask out the prettiest girl in high school.

I got left on

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