It's an emergency

I see myself looking at myself looking at myself

My stomach muscles pulling against each other frantically.
9, now 8, minutes until I need to be watching TV.
Fuck the importance of AP testing.
When I eat cheese, I feel like I am going to die.
When I have to be with out you.
I miss you.
I'm in love with.
I'm in love.
I am in, I have fallen into this, a trap I set out sweet with sticky peanut butter and forgot to put away.
Delicious.
But now I'm stuck, and I could chew my way out but my mouth is already full with all the things I knew I needed to say.