Preh1storic_Rib
How do I return this joy?
- Aug 22, 2024
- 35
A vent box for me.
I'm unsure how I feel about venting here, paranoia is high. So it'll probably be nonspecific more descriptive stuff than anything for a bit. Probably not looking for replies, I just like feeling seen sometimes.
I'm unsure how I feel about venting here, paranoia is high. So it'll probably be nonspecific more descriptive stuff than anything for a bit. Probably not looking for replies, I just like feeling seen sometimes.
Twleve steps forward and my mouth is so dry that it hurts to breathe, thirteen and I realise my nose is full of phlem. Fifteen, there's a sway to my step, a pause inbetween each footfall as I struggle to remember one foot infront of the other. Twenty, and I abandon the idea of resting all together, water, I need water. The door is loud, it creaks so noisily it's the only thing I notice until the air is waving as my hands press a mug against the running faucet. Water doesn't help, my vision darkens as I swallow and where my arm is leaning against the windowsill it feels heavy. Moving away is a matter of the entire body rather than just a bit of strength to the limb, and it inspires the smallest flair of panic in my head. I want to puke, I want to. I want something to focus on other than the pretty fissures floating across my vision, following, twirling, as I try to hide. I know I'm visibly staggering now, my ears are ringing, everything sounds tinny. It's hard to keep my head up. The bathroom light is on, I flipped the switch. I know I did, but still, coming out of it, standing up, pushing my body away from the wall, it comes as a surprise that I can see my legs shake in the windowless room.
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