Because I know I’m spiraling. I feel it in my core like an impending midnight storm, ready to consume the night sky in crashes of thunder and bolts of lightning. I feel it all coming to a head and I know soon enough there won’t be anything I can do to stop it. I’m drowning beneath the sorrow and the grief and the self-loathing, all searching for a way to devour every atom of my being. And all the oxygen is being sucked out of the atmosphere. Because I’m trapped.
This is literally what it feels like. Fuck.
