It Is Quite Complicated — Katherine Jones

We were both so quiet in the car. I didn't say a word but I felt as if millions of thoughts were going through my head all at the same time. “You know” he said, while driving. “If I'm not mistaken, you had a panic attack back there. Are you ok?” “I'm fine” I said, looking out the window. “I feel fine. I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to eat.” I felt a little guilty for ruining Mickey's announcement but I was surprised myself about how my body reacted. I wasn't aware of the feelings I had for Mickey until earlier that day. I was still struggling with the idea. I did try to repress it but the more I repressed it, the stronger it became. Great, I thought to myself. Even my feelings is a rebel. I was so confused.