I find myself frequently spacing out. Again.
A year of only feeling almosts of a state I thought my mind got over with.
I thought we were done with this, Alex.
Graduating set off a switch that lit up my mind and drowned it in anxiety. Again.
The bile is crawling up my throat and all I see is myself, when I was thirteen, asking how the hell did we even get here?
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
I find myself frequently spacing out. Again.
A year of only feeling almosts of a state I thought my mind got over with.
I thought we were done with this, Alex.
Graduating set off a switch that lit up my mind and drowned it in anxiety. Again.
The bile is crawling up my throat and all I see is myself, when I was thirteen, asking how the hell did we even get here?
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