I don’t exactly know what it feels like or what it’s supposed to feel like.
Deep breaths. Cold chest. Cold extremities. And yet, I still plan on finishing this plate of rice in front of me.
Even though I’m breathing through my mouth.
I can’t take myself seriously.
I’ve breached the edge of tears twice now. Maybe a third time truly is the charm
My chest feels very open and cold. I’m shivering a bit.
The feeling of dread from six days ago is back, only this time with a punch.
And as usual, I have no idea what I’m scared of.