dear diary
i'm shaking & nauseous & feeling sore.
it's anxiety
and it's filling every crevice of my being
one.
more.
exam.
and then i'm done.
i couldn't breathe- couldn't think. everything was clogged into a bundle of worry, a ball of sleepness.
&then i put on music.
and i tipped my head back...
and i breathed.
and life was good again.
i could breathe- i could think- all was okay.
and i let it take me.
with much love,
leanne
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