It looks like today insists on being a bad day. One of those days where anxiety swells up from somewhere inside and courses through your veins like a poison. You can't seem to out think it so you grit your teeth and try to endure it. Your chest aches as your heart pumps the cloudy blackness and your hands shake as the toxin reaches every muscle in every limb.

It's not panic and it's not sadness. It's angst and anxiety, boxed into a quiet life of desperation. And you're a stone thing on the couch, a perfect statue of normalcy. A self portrait that's technically correct but fails to breath. It fails to convey the worry and restlessness that needs to get out but is clinging to your spine. And you stare at yourself from the outside, dwelling with unease on the things you have done and all that's left undone. Too bad you're exhausted from the inside out, worn out before you could move a muscle.

The whole thing makes you feel sick and you want to double over but while your mind screams, your body has seized.

Only involuntary twitching is left.

And so you watch tv and worry about worry and when the worry will end.

Cyran0