My stomach drops.
My head spins.
I feel a rush of anxiety entering through my ears.
My heart freezes.
I feel weak.
I feel scared.
Timid? You bet.
My teeth clench as I whisper "****."
My head feels as if someone unscrewed it, pulled all my thoughts out and poured endless amounts of cement into my hollow cranium.
My inner temperature increases like watching a sunrise in fast forward.
My eyes absorb into the back of my skull.

Why must people ask me what my plans are for the future?



I have no ******* idea.