I wonder if anyone else has felt like this. Like, you're not sure when, but it's gonna happen and there's this quiet anxiety and shy panic in your chest. Every day feels like a millennium, every task takes so much more out of you than it ever has and your eyes are always dry and itchy, but overly wet at the corners. Stupid risks, like walking down the street with both headphones in and not looking up from your phone. Everything you eat is awful for you, but so delicious, so you can at least have one last good meal. Sweating while you're freezing, all your favorite songs sound like ash being pumped into your ear drums, your memories come back harder and stronger than before, your whole body is sore and you just can't sleep enough. You try and sleep like 8-10 hours a day and it does nothin for this perpetual exhaustion you feel in your bones. You do stupid, innocent shit that pisses you off, like falling asleep with your clothes on, and huge, awful, life threatening mistakes that roll off your back, like falling asleep with a candle lit. Responsibility doesn't exist anymore where you once needed it, but suddenly you're micromanaging things that never once mattered. Things you loved taste like charcoal, but cigarettes burn like physical oxygen. I just hope when it's all done, wherever I end up, I don't feel this pain anymore. It's soul crushing and I don't wish it on my worst enemy.