stuck

empty, unsatisfied. wondering if it will ever turn around. the anxiety, the doubt. I pretend that I am happy, but deep down I am bleeding. not exactly the way people perceive me. 

I feel like I am gasping for air. calculating things in my head pulling out my hair. 

heart beats fast, even when I’m laying in bed. thinking about the irrelevant shit that i have once said. 

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