anxious actions anxious actions anxious action anxious actions

Everything feels numb. You reach for your pencil, tapping it inconsistently against the table. Eyes look up and glare at you for the harsh noise of plastic on wood.

constant tapping constant tapping constant tapping constant tapping

It never stops yet you fail to even register the sound in your mind. All you hear is muffled voices and the scratching of pencils on paper.

never ending never ending
never ending never ending

The harsh sound is a comfort to you. Your mind is clouded with worries as you try to plan out every aspect of your day. You feel that all too familiar pit of anxiety growing in your stomach and filling you up.

sickly feelings sickly feelings
sickly feelings sickly feelings

You begin to feel nauseated though you know you're not sick, at least not physically. You begin to pick at your skin around your nail bed.

peeling bleeding peeling bleeding peeling bleeding peeling bleeding

You bite your nails. You need something to do, anything to do to occupy your...

anxious actions anxious actions anxious actions anxious actions

So what do you do?
Class ends quickly. You're out the door within a second and out the building within minutes. You're writhing in your own skin.

seconds ticking seconds ticking
seconds ticking seconds ticking

Everything feels like a time bomb. You make your way to the beach. It's raining. Storming. The cold wind blows and waves crash harshly against the pier. You walk to the end of the pier, staring at the foamy depth below.

DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER

You climb over the edge of the wooden railing. You fall.

i'm free i'm free
i'm free i'm free

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