It’s a disconnect, a disturbance of turbulent thoughts and screams and whispers taking over my mind.

I can’t focus. I can’t breathe. My facial expression remains neutral while I feel the panic rushing through my veins.

I smile politely at a passerby while I sit at my desk staring into nothingness.

I want to go home.

I want to disappear from the world, even it was for a little bit.

So much is expected of me.

So much is needed from me.

So much is wanted from me.

So much.


White noise.

I exhale.

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