that inexplicable pressure from within

I just want to scream and shout and tear my hair and eyes out. Okay that was a bit over dramatic. I am not in place at the moment. I want to just weep and weep and weep and sleep off and wake up the next day. Id have a banging headache of course but inside I’d feel so refreshed. Like I was a few days ago. I’m not in place I’m not in place I’m not in place. Everything is just a haze. Because I cannot talk about anything with anyone. It just hurts. I’m in this position where I cannot think or move. I’m in a cube of ice, in a foggy dessert. That’s what it is. Im frozen, in this blistering cold, and to make matters worse, there is this annoying fog that prevents me from seeing ahead. The stupid dessert is making things worse, I’m at this point of equilibrium where I can’t quite tell whether the weather is nice or not
Ive seen people go through worse. But fuck it I just need someone to talk to. Where the hell is my stalker and my other bunch of friends (you that’s reading this) when you need them.