“it’s just anxiety,” they say. “i feel like being sick too.”
i don’t know. not even your rainbow pills can help me now.
but i have to get up. i have an exam to sit in two hours time. i have to will the monsters not to crawl up my throat, spill out my unwilling mouth.
i have to stop my racing heart, tachycardic beats which get more random by the second.
i have to be strong.