The sudden heart race that lasts as long as the situation is exciting, but peaks at random times, especially when you least expected it. While my body remains still, it is dying to jump up and down. The crazy assumptions have driven me to insanity as I smile at inappropriate times, and it seems that I'm always defeated by this wild attack. 

One way to reduce the sugar from my jumping soul is through writing; the words flow naturally and uncontrollably. The brain is a loser in discouraging at this moment in time. Sometimes, I just let the sugar rush run and enjoy this moment where fantasy meets reality. 

Fantasy meets reality. 

I wish to stop writing now, but the sugar level has not moved from the brim. This is retarded. I'm going to my bunnies. They understand.