I’m really stressed out and I’m not quite sure why.
I feel like the walls are closing in. No. It’s worse than the walls closing in.
It’s like a horde of vicious people clawing at me through a chain link fence who want to do me harm. Flay my flesh. Peel off my eyelids. Rip off my lips. Drag my forehead across the asphalt and jerk the scalp off my skull. This would all happen before or after a brutal gang rape. Perhaps during if the mob were particularly rabid.
I’m ready to just stop. Run away. Real life hasn’t even started for me. I have a feeling real life is that horde and the chain link is slowly bowing in, unraveling at its rusty kinks.
Jesus Christ, I need help. How do people survive this shit?
I need to know the secret or I’m not gonna make it.