When will the paranoid hallucinations cease!?!?!?!? You're being followed. You're being ignored, abandoned. You're having existential crises over tea. You're fighting dark wizards and flying and talking to trees and they DON'T LIKE YOU! You can't find your fucking shoes. You're peeing too much, not pooping enough. You can only ingest liquid food and even that makes your stomach spastically clench. You wish you could vomit. You HATE vomiting. You heave or sob or convulse, who knows the difference anymore? Your eyes leak. Your lips screw open, peel back, and stick to your face. The music starts and your friends still aren't here. WHAT IS THIS NOISE?!?! God, you're so flabby. That doesn't make sense. It's your mother. She's short. But you're not. You tower over her like a giant. Your father hunches. Suddenly the strangeness of being born to heterosexual parents is irresistible. Irresistible strangeness. Where the fuck are your friends?!?! You're spending so much money. YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!!!
Breathe…
It's raining.
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