I managed to break a glass

at exactly midnight. I really liked that glass too. I'm sure there's something symbolic about all that but honestly I feel too awful to wonder about it right now.

I had one of my 'moments' too and didn't really register what happened until way after the fact. I don't know what this is... I know what my anxiety feels like and this isn't it. I'm suddenly starving, my hands are cold, I nearly fell and I just sat in the kitchen in the dark on the floor for almost ten minutes because really, how can I be that stupid?

But in the morning, I'll be fine. Because that's always how it works. I'm all right, really. I'm just a little... panicked.

(Short entry, I know but I just needed to vent a little bit.)