I had a panic attack today. The first in a while. It was so stupid too—over nothing. One second I was walking across campus, and the next someone was yelling “Watch out!” right before a big body crashed into me, sending my satchel flying. Everything spilled out, and suddenly I was six years old and kneeling in mulch, bracing for someone to kick me. The guy laughed and said sorry, helped me pick up my shit, and then he was gone. Like it didn’t even happen. Somehow I managed to act normal long enough to get back to my dorm room before losing it completely. Gabe was there…saw it all…
