Breaking point

I'm almost there, just give it a few days and I'll snap
like a twig.
It was going to be today, I could feel it.
I felt suffocated by the heavy, dry heat.
My skin was thirsty
but I was not, nor was I hungry. Food felt like a rock in my stomach
My mood was up and down then up again, then came crashing down
Everyone was too loud, I had to leave
I took a walk outside, the cold, damp air refreshing me, calming me a little.
Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them back.
I know how to bottle things up.
Deep breaths, in and out, catching every so often when a new wave was about to crash.
Keep composed.
Pull myself together, just clear my head and try to focus.
Go back inside, sit, smile, go on.
I'm just procrastinating this breakdown.