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.