Floating. Stagnant presence. My mind is a blur. I’m scared. Have I mentioned that before? I’m deathly afraid of failure. I’m scared of losing my friends, of getting a job, moving miles and miles away, and getting a clerkship.
Who do you think you are kidding? Words are gone. Everyone is fleeing. Empty souls walk the halls of the library. Scary. Silence is disturbing. You can’t help me now. Why not?! Why the hell not? My mind. My mind is so fried and distraught. My life is spinning and all I want to do is get off and puke. Who do you think you’re kidding?
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