Tuesday, December 22, 2009

December 18th

Living felt like an excruciating punishment. I desperately wished for some sort of state of suspended animation. An escape from the pain. The harrowing, oppressive pain. A monstrous dark force I call anxiety continually reached inside me, shredding shredding. I could feel him at work, each morning when I awoke from the foggy dews of slumber. I could feel him at work, each time Jonathan Baxter placed his arms around me. It made me feel like I must break free, like a prisoner breaks free of his captor. I do not know why.

I am drowning in anxiety.


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