Sitting alone.
Waiting.
What am I waiting for?
My heart is beating fast.
But at the same time, it feels like one hundred weights are on my chest.
Pushing down on me.
I'm breathing.
But all I can hear is the clock ticking.
I feel the urge to leave.
What am I waiting for?
I can't move.
My body feels full of sand.
My skin feels hot, but I'm freezing.
As I stare blankly at the wall, I think to myself.
What am I waiting for?
Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
Sitting alone.
Waiting.
What am I waiting for?
My heart is beating fast.
But at the same time, it feels like one hundred weights are on my chest.
Pushing down on me.
I'm breathing.
But all I can hear is the clock ticking.
I feel the urge to leave.
What am I waiting for?
I can't move.
My body feels full of sand.
My skin feels hot, but I'm freezing.
As I stare blankly at the wall, I think to myself.
What am I waiting for?
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