( look i swear i'm not insane (eh), but please please please don't worry about my well being as i am doing alright and i have been kind of all my life. i'm just a little weird is all. but without further ado, enjoy this segment.)
i missed walking through the hallways while my hands quiver,
while my breath gets louder and puffier,
and felt as if i were stumbling.
i believe that it's the fact that i'm surrounded by so many people at once,
thinking that some may be thinking about me.
or depending on the situation,
i partake and feel crazy and enlightened with more euphoric music.
i love it though,
this damned manic feeling.
my brain slowly melts. and i'm just walking.
walking just like everyone else, sometimes i just wanted to be frantic and sucker punch the shit out of someone who annoys the hell out of me, mostly the stupid boys that went to my school.
i tried to harness it as it may alter my overall reactions, mostly anxious and weary, which would not help me in class at all. so i'd go to the nearest bathroom and just breathe, breathe and blow my nose or something.
this has always been a feeling that i've mocked as a kid, a manic state,
and now it turns into it's own reality.
my own reality, which i like.
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