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Holy fucking shit—therethe life out of me

Just great

“Deep breaths, Thea You don’t know anything yet”

I grip the wheel tightly as I drive, so tight in fact that my knuckles turn white

At the intersection out of the neighborhood, traffic seems endless

“Get the fuck out ofmy hand wildly I can see my destination in the distance So close, yet so far away

“Don’t pass out,” I tell myself “Do not pass out”

I’m finally able to pull out and drive across the street to the drug store

I park in the nearest spot to the entrance and then hurry inside

My heart is beating faster than it ever has before My hands feel clammy with sweat, and I’m sure if I felt my forehead it would be too

I head past the condonancy tests

“Why are there so many?” I mutter to myself out loud

There are strips, and sticks, and ones with curved handles

There are sons, and some that flat out say PREGNANT and NOT PREGNANT

I feel like screa