babe, we’re just going round in circles

a short one

I’m laying down flat on a friend’s bed. It’s 9:36 in the morning and I didn’t sleep at all last night. Here’s the rundown:

I seem to be going in circles with my people. The pit of dread in my stomach isn’t going away, the tightness of my chest hasn’t subsided, and I can taste a bit of sick in the back of my mouth.

I’ve never really been in touch with my b…