It is like there is a large tube running down your throat, but instead of supplying oxygen, it steals it from you and leaves you like a fish out of water. The walls of your world close in around you and put pressure on your mind that you try to distract yourself from, but never really manage to. The ropes that bind you in society are part of the many vigil antis for this cause. They, the expectations and beliefs of others, tighten around you until it hurts and you conform, kneeling to their overwhelming power. Silence and being alone can be for some the limited fresh air one receives in a life time; a break that too soon reaches the end of its wick. Anxiety is a hammer that smashes in your chest just to make your heart beat faster and fry your brain.
Me note: The thing that is easier to have and be consumed with then it is to spell it. I do not like this one as much as the others, especially that bad ending; maybe its just because this is, quite plainly, how I feel a lot of the time. Though, the difference being is that I do my best not to conform, and just be me... O.o I shall quit the rant now.
Merci~ Sylvi <3
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RandomMost of this was written for a creative writing class, but maybe I can add more at a later time when/if I come up with more. They were difficult to do at first, but honestly, once I became more used to it, it was hard to stop and get into a differen...
