Bad news? I had my worst panic attack last night. My heart was beating way too fast and it was the most frightening experience. I swear, I really thought I was going to die. I lied on my back and I don't know, somehow I managed to fight it. My mom had to rush back home for me. I tried to rest early, but I didn't get to actually sleep until 6am. I had minor hits during the night too. And now, I still feel weak and I can't move much. I can't work on my thesis. I really need rest. And I hate having to hear my heart beat before I sleep. Somehow, it hits me again. Mild hits, though. But I am scarred for life. I don't want to be left alone now. I'm just too scared. 

I'm going to stop drinking coffee for a while.