February 2012
That moment your face gets hot,
and you feel your chest pound that rhythmic pound it does when the anxiety begins to eat you, and those soft pink lips of yours start to bleed that deep glistening red color.
Anxiety sets in and i don’t know what to do first. Shut myself out from the world or shut myself out from myself in the most back-ass-wards way of course, because it wouldn’t be if i didn’t dog myself as...
