It's not the first time I get these ”suffocations”, I mean I breathe but it's like the air it's not enough or like there isn't any. I think my heartaches may be related to this. And these resemble way too much to panic attacks. I sure hope I'm wrong, cause they are getting worse every time. It's definitely not my imagination. Well, it's not like this was one of my best weeks either, or months. I miss home more than I expected. There are some things I'm sure about. The rest of it... let's say that I don't even count on time to fix anything anymore. Anyways, I always said it, but never actually believed it.
I hate it when I'm right, and hope that I'm not, but it's like I'm cursed to always be right. Well, I guess it doesn't matter, sooner or later we all must resent and get used to it.

Till next time darlings, lets just hope time will just pass by faster. I sure hope so. Later...