Do you ever get the feeling that there's some sort of deadly spore procreating in the depths of your stomach...weaving itself through you in a threadlike fashion...clutching at every single nerve in your body? Forcing it to release that doom-laiden adrenaline rush through your system...yet there is nothing necessarily exciting going on? Instead you are wallowing in your own little pit of sorrow, but cannot confide in your parents or trusting adults..(coach, orthodontist, creepy teacher) because you would immediately be looked down upon for the reasons of your angst and inner turmoil? That feeling that whirs through you, that nags you to pay attention to it even when you're having the time of your life? That feeling that if what you're thinking is true...you'd rather just escape to Europe like Roman Polanski and get treated at a cool, Polish medical facility?

That's how I feel right now. :(