I slept three hours. I should be tired. I feel like I am on speed.
My chest is tight. My breath is shallow. My thoughts are pitter-patter and incomplete.
I start something and I cannot finish it. I cannot start the things I want to finish.
I am staring at the words of this book and I cannot comprehend any of it. My mind is racing and hollow. I can hear the world echo loudly and it mocks me.
My hands are shaking. My sweat is cold. I keep going into the bathroom but nothing happens. I realize I was just there. My world is spinning and I am very scared.
What will happen to me tomorrow, and the next day, how will I survive in this constant mania?
