Anxiety

Some days I feel like all I do is fuck up. And all I want to do is fix it...but I'm helpless. I hate those days.

This day can't end soon enough. My heart is heavy; my mind, rattled. 

The minutes can't tick by fast enough. The hours can't pass quick enough. I just want everything to feel okay again.

The weight of the world feels as though it's taken residency on my chest; it races. It's hard to breathe; impossible to focus. If night could fall, if our eyes could close; if it could be day again...

Maybe everything would feel okay again.

I hate days like this.






[i'm thinking too much today. please fill the silence in the air. and put a stop to the panic in my 'voice'.]