Written on a collection of pages torn from a religious text
I hate it all. I hate it all. I am so terrified all the time. Anxiety crushes me like the weight of a boulder, constant crushing pain. So much pain. I cannot breathe. And then I panic, and then I scream. And I then scare everyone and everything. It b...
Intrusive scribbled thoughts Page Written on a collection of pages torn from a religious text - on New World Guide Database of Lore
I hate it all. I hate it all. I am so terrified all the time. Anxiety crushes me like the weight of a boulder, constant crushing pain. So much pain. I cannot breathe. And then I panic, and then I scream. And I then scare everyone and everything. It begins as my fault. It ends as my fault. I am always at fault. I am cursed. I am a walking corpse. There is no hope.
