the fingers on my right hand are constantly searching for a surface to tap on. and my right thigh cannot stop jerking up and down. my body shivers in cold sweat. nobody is complaining about the weather. it's just me. it's only me. and i walk up and down. and i sit at the corner of the sofa and stare at the empty screen in front of me. and i walk back to my bed and wrap myself in the blankets. and i close my eyes. but the voices are constanly screaming from one end of my brain to the other. left right and all over. and i tell them to shut up. to go away. but they won't. my lips tremble. my lips are dry and cracking. this is not a dream. this is not a dream.
perhaps it would be good to end it all.
but it's sad knowing i left without achieving anything.
please pass me the box over there.
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