#9818

It buzzes in your nose, tingling in a sense of dread that can only come with the aftermath. Sometimes it’s mere seconds. Others just lay a path to future promises. It’s a thousand tiny needles, bubbling, pressing, puncturing. Sometimes it’s a soft hum. Other times, it’s a hurricane. Regardless of its intensity, it’s real. It’s there. It’s a sign of what is to come. All you have to do is breathe and let it take over. 

What do you do when something that is a part of your daily routine feels like it is sucking the life out of you? What do you do when you feel the anxiety rise, as the minutes count down to the inevitable, when you sleep to escape what is your current reality? What do you do when you cannot escape your situation and you don’t actually hate doing that task but it only causes your mental health to grow worse? How do you cope with constantly dissociating about that task to the point where you are fighting tooth and nail to stay present for even thirty seconds? I dont know. 

That Ex of yours na na iniisip isip mo pa rin hanggang ngayon.

Zel Bautista 💕💕