Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 17:56:11 GMT -4
- You are on the computer. The desk is against the wall; the computer screen is facing outwards. In plain view. People keep walking past. Sometimes, one will stop for a while. Sit behind you. They're all looking at your screen. Maybe not intentionally. Maybe not for a long time. But they're watching.
- You're looking at your phone, reading something. Someone else is in the room. Whenever you read to one side, your eyes go a little too far for that person's comfort. You're just trying to read, but because that person is there, right there, they think you're looking at them, and oh, no, you can't focus on what you're reading, they keep glancing at you suspiciously, you're just trying to prove that you're only reading, but your brain isn't registering anymore what your eyes are gliding over. the person leaves. you have to reread everything.
- You and one other person are both in your bedroom, each of you just trying to just do your own thing. But you get in each other's way. The room is too small for the two of us, you think. But you can't do anything about it. You're not going anywhere else- there's nowhere to go. And they're not going anywhere, either. You both live here. This place is too small.
- Three short walls at the end of a hallway. Three doors, one on each wall, practically against one another. You can be in the corner of one room and see into another. Nowhere are you invisible. Everyone sees everything.
- Thin walls. A kitchen that amplifies every sound. Thin floors. Fathers that watch movies at more than twice the volume you're comfortable with. There's no sound that goes unheard. You could hear your brother sigh from the room across from yours. Everyone can hear everything, no matter how much we try to live in denial.
- Maybe you have a cold. Maybe you have a microphone that's a little too sensitive, that picks up the smallest sound even if you hold it as far from yourself as possible. Whatever the case, everyone can hear you breathing. You don't want to be heard. You try to breathe quieter. It doesn't work. You unintentionally start breathing faster as you can't help but think about how everyone hates a heavy breather. Hello, panic attack.
- Sounds. Sounds that you cannot stop. Sounds that never stop. Sharp sounds. Painful sounds. You just want quiet, but that's too much to ask.
- That painfully sweet taste at the back of your throat sometimes.
- Wanting an escape, maybe death, for no one specific reason. Maybe all of them, or maybe none. Whichever the case, you don't know.
Add more if you think of any
- You're looking at your phone, reading something. Someone else is in the room. Whenever you read to one side, your eyes go a little too far for that person's comfort. You're just trying to read, but because that person is there, right there, they think you're looking at them, and oh, no, you can't focus on what you're reading, they keep glancing at you suspiciously, you're just trying to prove that you're only reading, but your brain isn't registering anymore what your eyes are gliding over. the person leaves. you have to reread everything.
- You and one other person are both in your bedroom, each of you just trying to just do your own thing. But you get in each other's way. The room is too small for the two of us, you think. But you can't do anything about it. You're not going anywhere else- there's nowhere to go. And they're not going anywhere, either. You both live here. This place is too small.
- Three short walls at the end of a hallway. Three doors, one on each wall, practically against one another. You can be in the corner of one room and see into another. Nowhere are you invisible. Everyone sees everything.
- Thin walls. A kitchen that amplifies every sound. Thin floors. Fathers that watch movies at more than twice the volume you're comfortable with. There's no sound that goes unheard. You could hear your brother sigh from the room across from yours. Everyone can hear everything, no matter how much we try to live in denial.
- Maybe you have a cold. Maybe you have a microphone that's a little too sensitive, that picks up the smallest sound even if you hold it as far from yourself as possible. Whatever the case, everyone can hear you breathing. You don't want to be heard. You try to breathe quieter. It doesn't work. You unintentionally start breathing faster as you can't help but think about how everyone hates a heavy breather. Hello, panic attack.
- Sounds. Sounds that you cannot stop. Sounds that never stop. Sharp sounds. Painful sounds. You just want quiet, but that's too much to ask.
- That painfully sweet taste at the back of your throat sometimes.
- Wanting an escape, maybe death, for no one specific reason. Maybe all of them, or maybe none. Whichever the case, you don't know.
Add more if you think of any
