I just had probably one of the scariest experiences of my life. I was about to take a shower (well, a bath, since our shower is broken), and I was thinking about things. I was thinking about school starting, and... well, a lot of things that happened to me in the past. I will not elaborate. I wasn't sure what hit me. I couldn't breathe, I was crying, panicking. It took me several minutes to find my inhaler, and when I did, that was okay. I sat on my bed sobbing and shaking for probably twenty minutes before I texted a friend, asking if she'd please come over. I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was that I was NOT okay. I didn't want to kill myself, I just wanted it to stop. The gasping for breath, the waves of shaking, and the tears of fear. I hope it never happens again. I'm calmed down now, thank god.
On the other hand, Jamaica was great.