its  near midnight on the 23rd (or is it the 24th?) when i find myself lost in the cornfield. there's a full moon staring down at me. every direction looks the same. my clothes are *****. i'm carrying a shovel. i'm sweating. every inch of my body itches terribly. i have one clear, perfect moment, before i find myself overcome by confusion and panic. suddenly, i'm running. the leaves that hang from the stalks are tearing at my face, my arms, my clothes. after a minute, i stop. i'm counting 1,2,3,4... i'm remembering how to breathe. why am i so afraid? it dawns on me that i have my phone, i can use its GPS to find a way out of here. hooray for google maps. i pull it from my pocket. as i'm holding it, the glow from the screen illuminates my hands and i see them, really see them, for the very first time. they're covered in red. i scream. it's more apparent than it's ever been. if i can't learn to control these feelings, they will destroy me. i hope it's not too late.