Rolling anxiety attacks like waves.

[snarp]

When this tide has come entirely in, my chest will tear open, and a small excitable dog will leap out. It will be all like, "no, this is a terrible metaphor."

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[metaphortunate]

Awww. Will it be a cute dog? Will it help the earworm I now have from your tag?

[snarp]

She will be a little brown Feist with big sad eyes that will stand on my lap and stare straight into my face. She will get loose when I take her for a walk and freak me the fuck out because I'm afraid she will get lost or hit by a car, and will chase away one of our cats and freak me out about that, as well. So, not super-helpful in any regard. She will be pretty cute, though, yes.

(All of this is true, except that instead of bursting out of my chest today, she was abandoned on the road in front of the school last week with a hurt leg and her ribs showing. She comprises some part of why I am currently really upset about everything.)