Oh man, oh man, oh man. No I haven't just spotted some gorgeous male walking down the street in a leather coat and tank top, I think I'm having a panic attack! Oh shit, yes I am. Was going over my finances; breathe in, breathe out, $450 left. Breathe in, breathe out. Will receive $250 from work next Monday. Shut up brain! Drop in a few more resumes. It will be fine. Wait, no, it's so crowded in here. Too many people walking around, looking stylish, confident, employed. Ach! Run outside, breathe in, breathe out, one hand to the chest; my heart is jumping like a tropical rain-frog; so hot. Breathe in, breathe out. Choke on the air as it clogs my throat, too much air, no, too little. Am I breathing in or out? Am I breathing? Sit down on park bench. Feet on bench, knees up, head between knees, clenched fists, ouch, need to cut those nails. Ok breathe.... breathe.... breathe... Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Stop stressing. Just breathe. What? No, no, keep walking, I'm fine, just a little out of breath, I'll be fine, keep walking, please just leave me be. Go away, I'm fine. Feeling lightheaded, breathing back under control, great. Stand up, woops, legs a little wobbly, there. Walk back in. Keep handing out those resumes. Buy a chocolate for a dollar. Mmm, sugar. Mmm, energy. So poor, need to eat more than slimfast milkshakes and soups. Just not enough sustenance. Kind sir, you look nice, take my resume please? Thankyou. No wait, don't throw it away, don't ignore it. Please. Please don't make me beg.

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