Suddenly, it happened.
Being tortured by imaginary stares, I felt nervous. My whole being in chaos, anxiety flooding and there's no stopping it.
The constant pressure without anybody saying is insane, maybe I am not sane? Am I insane?
My head is filled with questions, questions that is questioning my existence. Is this anxiety talking? Is it just my head giving ideas? Or the ghost of pressure.
I don't know, whether I acknowledge this fear inside me or someone told me to.
I don't know.
How about you? Do you know?
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Train of Thoughts
DiversosThis is not a story, but my everyday thoughts. You can reflect on it, relate or you can simply just ignore or read. This may either hurt or make you sad. Your choice to read.
