The Boy Who Carried The World

you know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? The one that continues to pool, before you get that terrible sinking feeling? And thoughts, memories, flood your mind, anxiety swells in your chest cavity, your fingers quiver, and tears stream down your face. Your brain then clouds, theres a ringing in your ears, and you feel this incessant need to confess. You feel like a terrible person, and worthless, and all you can keep asking yourself is 'What will my parents think of me?'

That my friend, is because you have a bad case of Guilt.

[journal entries intertwined with story]