I have an eye-lash in my orbs anxiety. OCD. Stress. Comprehension. Overwhelmed. Right...
the whole table is laughing, the entire car is filled with music, everyones mouths are mumbled with giggles, each plan is better sounding than the previous, but they all fall short for some reason. All my head is consumed. Consumed by thoughts that will always circulate and even when dealt with, will reappear in a recycled form. It's as if life goes on each day and every minute that passes can never be regained but was spent in the wrong place. I am loosing a lot of things i wish i grabbed while i was there. Slipping, slidding through my fingers are the days of summer and with each one, i just want to be productive, secure, and advancing. But when i lay my head on my pillow, i feel my pulse beat hard through my temple and my bloodpressure rise as i recall all the things i didn't do today. What about_______, i must finish ________, did i check ________? It is enough to make me sit up in bed 3 hours after i layed down and begin to fidget and mumble until i must pray myself back to sleep. I need peace of mind, a solum break in my tension, i need a moment free from my disorder. i hate anxiety.
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