It crawls into your stomach and claws its way up your throat and leaves a lump, down your arms and over your chest pulling it tight, so tight that you feel like you can’t breathe..
This feeling that lingers but you only know it exists inside you when your alone, when your at risk you your own mind and imagination, this feeling of every fear, every worry, every painful memory, rippimg at you and you drown in it. Untill someone comes along and pulls you from it.
Ive began to just start calling this feeling ‘it’ and it’s hell.
Sarah’s just sitting behind me taking off her clothes and throwing them all individually at me.
It was funny, took me five items of clothing though….
This is important because reasons.
i am screaming