Plague of Wonder: The Paradox of Love

My hands are shaking, my head throbs with unbearable pain, and my eyes burn red. Is this what people call anxiety? What is the purpose of my own reality? Am I living in a dream, or is this torment my real life?

Someone asked me, "Why can't you just move on?" I have no clue how to reply. I feel the negative energy suffocating me-am I so weak now that even other people's auras are affecting me?

I don't want anything except to bring her back.

My repulsive thoughts are what's killing me every night, each one like a dagger to my soul. I'm already dead-only my organs are still functioning.