My Thoughts

Short story time! #4

I'm in a writing kinda mood so let's see how this goes. It's not about me or anyone specific, just a general story. I hope it's a good read for anyone interested in it!

When I was little, I could feel so many emotions and hold each one of them in separate chambers of my mind and not get them jumbled up. Every emotion was a different part of me, never mixing, never getting in the way of each other. But something changed that, something got in the way.
I don't know which event it was. I don't know if it was the loss of the person I loved most in this world or the first heartbreak I ever felt. I don't know if it was a day I felt I could conquer the world or if it was a day I didn't want to get out of bed, but something changed in me.
When I was little, I was strong, free-willed and independent. Now my thoughts are jumbled.
Anger feels like sadness, joy feels like despair, hope feels like a prison and loneliness feels like space.
My emotions get mixed up and my thoughts are written on a page.
When I woke up the day it changed, the atmosphere was different. I opened my eyes and felt the thickness of the air, the weight on my chest. It seemed like every other day, but everything was so much different.
I wasn't able to compartmentalize like I had in the past. When someone bumped into me on the street, instead of brushing it off per usual, I wanted to wring their scrawny little neck. Or if someone asked me a dumb question, I couldn't just laugh my way through it, I wanted to yell at them and tell them to leave me alone.
It was so different than usual.
I got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom, my every day routine. Hopping in the shower, brushing my teeth, getting ready for the day. My normal. However, when I opened my front door and stepped outside, everything was shifted. Life was altered. I walked down to the gas station, only wanting a slush like I had been craving for days but never had the energy to get it. I walk in the doors and make my way to the machine, but something stops me in my tracks.
The one person I didn't want to see in the whole world was standing right in front of the counter. The one person I would've done anything to avoid.

Maybe I'll do a part two? Not sure yet but hey tell me what you think!!!