I can hear my heart beat war drums against my ribcage as soon as I wake up. My thoughts immediately begin running the same old marathon inside my head before I even have the chance to open my eyes. A gut wrenching nauseous feeling begins to overwhelm me and the familiar feeling of perturbation takes over my body.
I slowly begin to fall into a void of desolation, I feel nothing, nothing except for this tenacious ripping sensation in my chest, nothing except the loud beating of my frail heart, nothing except for this persistent awful restlessness.
My mind ignores my silent screams begging it to stop this torture, and I remain shackled by this dysphoria, I try to fight as this agitation consumes me but my head won't stop ruminating, I've walked down the same trail of thought a thousand times yet each time I reach the same unconcluded end, my futile attempts at distracting myself are nothing but a joke as every time the urgency to rethink everything returns with more force.
My heart is wounded, my mind is fatigued but I can not seem to stop, these scars remain within me, invisible to others. They say that I'm crazy, and I'm beginning to think that maybe I am.
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Just Another Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
