I see all these people, walking through their daily outings. All holding phones up to their ears and blabbing nonsense. I don't understand how they do it.
When my device rings, I feel the pit in my stomach cave in. My chest burns, as if someone sliced it many times with a razor sharp blade that's been sitting in flames. All my breath escapes my lungs, and no new breath can enter, because my lungs fill with lead. I shake and shiver, despite the temperature. My eyes are wide, like a deer in the headlights. I throw my phone, out of the sheer amount my anxiety causes me.
If I have to call someone, I just don't. I can't. The anxiety handcuffs me and lashes me with a whip if I even think such delusional thoughts.
In a world that survives on phones, how will I be able to flourish, if I cannot do what is required of me?
I will fail, as always.
