It sometimes sends small probes, small fear, I become quiet as I know what is to come. It then crashes in, usually in the early hours of this morning, great fear. I wake up drenched in sweat and the fear is upon me. My bowels turn to liquid and I vomit till there is just bile.
Fear. Of what? Everything and nothing…. I have no idea. It is insane but the feeling is very real. I am incapacitated by it. I dare not venture outside today, just curl up and hope the fear goes away. It usually does, but I sometimes worry it will not.
My Strange fucking Classrooms……
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