It’s here. It’s fucking here. That feeling. It’s here.

I can’t fucking shake it. I’m screaming and crying and I can’t get out. I need you. I need something.

Why is it here. Why does it continue to eat me alive. Why does it fucking continue to control me. Why do I let it in.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue living with it being here. It’s always fucking here. It never goes away.

I need out. I need out fast.