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Oh my, I hate this weather! I don't think I can express the level of my rage in words. It cannot be the second day of November and be THIS hot. It really annoys me. Honestly, I get the grumpiest when it's this hot.

Among these three and a half years of university I've had a panic attack on campus approximately 10 times. Second year is when it all started. Today I had another one. I can talk you through it.

I wake up positively okay. I weight myself, as I do every morning, and I proceed to get dressed and head for the bus station. Like a typical girl, I often 'don't have anything to wear' so dressing up may take a while. In the panic-attack-coming days that takes more than an hour, with me throwing every shirt around and getting hotter and hotter until I start to sweat- first sign. I realize this is out of control so I try to catch my breath and wear the easiest outfit I can. I usually don't listen to music on the bus cause it makes me dizzy- second sign. But I have to go to university so I can't go back. I arrive at uni all in sweat, and I start to get the idea that I smell bad. Trying to avoid contact and getting close to any other students, I go to study at the common room. Then is when it all blows up.
Trying not to look all freaked out, I start thinking everyone is talking about me. My ugly face, my greasy hair, my thunder thighs, my bad smell. Every laugh echoes through my mind and I start looking everywhere around me like a crazy person, trying to breathe. If I can, I get the hell out of there withing the next four minutes. I got back to the bus stop, get a seat and close my eyes until I get home. I lock the door behind me, take off all of my clothes and go under the sheets breathing loudly. If I fall asleep, I usually wake up much better. If I can't, it takes me about three hours of staring at the ceiling to recover from it.

Seven in the afternoon and I am really better.
I hate this weather.