What the fuck?
I keep shaking; there’s this big fear gripping at my heart. There’s this constant bad taste in my mouth and this never-ending nausea. I can’t close my eyes without my head spinning, and yet, it still spins with them opened. There’s no stability for me to lean on. I’m panicking like I never have before while you’re looking for a way out.
Are you scared of being alone? Cause I am. I am.