My heart wanted me to die 2 days ago. I knew there was some sort of a conspiracy happening.
It was strange, all of a sudden I turned the corner to go into the bathroom and my heart starting beating really quickly for apparently no reason. I didn't know what to do, so I tried taking deep breaths, but that didn't help. I ran and got my uncle, and it stopped.
After 5 minutes of violent protesting (flailing, whining, the works) he pricked me with his little diabetes finger pokey thing, and it turns out that my blood sugar was a little low. It could have been that or anxiety, which my mom suggested, but I didn't talk to her much that day, so that's not possible. How ironic.
I'll try not to die, but I very well might. Farewell, my friends, my heart wishes to explode now.