I feel iffy.
Like ugh, is that even a thing?
I write like I'm talking to someone, funny right? You get to feel my pain, that's if you want to, if you can be bothered to read this "book".
Sorry. I just hate these feelings. They burn holes into my chest.
2:00
Both my old therapist and my counselor say I give too much. I think they are right.
Sometimes when I want to make someone happy they crush my heart, is that why my anxiety causes chest pains?
Why do I do it? Why do I reach into my chest, ripping skin, breaking bones, just to give my heart to someone. Just to make them feel better, why do I give so much and get nothing in return?
My mom asks me the same question.
10:22
I just got off a plane. I'm with my family now. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?
It just keeps building up.
It's so painful. I want to cry. My ears are ringing. Why are they screaming at me? What did I do?
It burns. I'm on fire. The pain.
Oh dear god someone help me before I shatter. Please.
YOU ARE READING
Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
