What it is.
There is a plastic bag over my head. My vision is straining, my hearing is muffled. And boy, is it hot in here. It seems that no matter how close or far away, everything is blurry. And likewise, no matter where I am, it always seems like someone's talking about me. Again. And the heat! I break under pressure. And stress. And pressure and stress together. I don't enjoy this so much. Don't blame me. Do you honestly think you would?Hopefully someone will trash this bag soon. I'm suffocating.
posted by Katie @ 10:55 AM
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