Anxiety.

Cracks and stutters. It only takes a minute, and it takes it, and it takes it, and it takes it.

My mind is somewhere else. My body is full of anxiety, only. Panic disorder. A series of mistakes in the brain. A series of hours and days spent on the floor trying to remember how to breathe. 

It's kind of normal. A lot of people are like this, or they have something worse. Even something real. People are actually dying right now, not just thinking they might be, again. 

But I'm the main character nyeh nyeh nyeh

I don't have anything really to say. Yesterday I was thinking I would write something about anxiety, and I know I had some real real meaningful shit to say at the time but I can't remember anything. Fuck it. I'm just writing about it now because I'm experiencing it now and

Well.

Yeah.