“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 Read…