An Attack Made Of Panic?? What Is This World Coming To?!

Hi

Alright. Well, last night everything was fine. i went to bed after a lovely evening with my lovely friends. Things didn't get bad until after I settled down into my bed.
I kept thinking of my mom who's in Orlando with my sister right now for her cheerleading competition (Gag!)... I don't know what happened, but I started to cry. I was having trouble breathing, and felt extreme tightness in my chest. I thought I was going to die... So, I called my mom, and told her what was going on. I started to hear noises outside the room, and I thought it was my dad being an idiot and creeping around the house. It really freaked me out. I told her this, and she told me she's call him to see how he was.

So she did...

Suddenly, DISASTER struck as my father burst into the room, The Light Blinding Me, and tore the blankets from over my head.
"WHAT THE FUCK, ZAN?!!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL MOM, AND TELL HER I WAS BEING CREEPY? DID YOU WANT HER TO CALL ME A SCREAM AT ME AFTER TWELVE AT NIGHT?!!! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!! --And so on and so forth--"

This didn't help my panic attack. I only wanted to see my mom... I was hearing noises in my own head, and it wouldn't be the first time.... Still, this went onwards for another 45 minutes before I talked to mom for the last time that night, and passed out with my dog beside me... I believe that this family breaks from me. Actually, it's my dad who takes everything WAY too seriously, and treats me like some sort of insane person.... I'm not insane.

I awoke this morning to find the air thick with awkwardness. My dad kept asking me if I was okay. Me, wanting to die. I'm going to Orlando tonight....

Today I shall go to the mall with my friends to get Bry-Bry's hair cut. Then we have photo shoot plans. I hope everything goes well, and my dad isn't an ass.

I can't WAIT to leave....

In Regards To Myself....

***Zan