Queen-Jae

It hits you. The sudden feeling, pulsating down your neck. The buzzing in your hands, tension in your neck, your back. "Fight or Flight" they call it. I'd choose flight, if I could, but how do you run from your own thoughts. I know a way, but people here love me, need me, depend on me. I know I'm loved but this feeling gets stronger every, single, day. It's in my stomach, my throat. It's a fog in my head, closing in, suffocating. Tears build up, threatening to spill, but I can't let them out. There is a sudden anger at myself, at my inability to do anything right. Anger at everything around me, I tell myself to shut up. "Don't be stupid, you