I've lived in Edinburgh for nearly a month and until now hadn't experienced a panic attack. The cunt found me today though, during a walk around Calton Hill:
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
Sunday, 22 January 2017
Panic Attack: 21/01/2017
We moved to Edinburgh yesterday. As always, I took valium to fly but this was to little effect on the flight from Bornholm to Copenhagen.
Not realising there was a tram from the airport to Edinburgh city centre, we took a taxi. Bourgeous. The taxi driver did not tell us his name but he did tell us to "never give money to homeless people or beggars" because "nobody in Edinburgh is a true beggar". I'm not sure what that means but by this point I'd stacked so many sedatives I didn't care to find out.
Not realising there was a tram from the airport to Edinburgh city centre, we took a taxi. Bourgeous. The taxi driver did not tell us his name but he did tell us to "never give money to homeless people or beggars" because "nobody in Edinburgh is a true beggar". I'm not sure what that means but by this point I'd stacked so many sedatives I didn't care to find out.
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
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