stuck- and breathing.

walls on 4 sides(and 1 floor and 1 ceiling), with no way out. the walls are closing in.u crawl, u climb, u push and claw, u yell like mad until ur throat feels so sore u'd rather not have it than feel the pain- but nothing helps. the walls continue approaching. u think they're slowing down.. but definitely still approaching. at first u spend the time and the (little) energy you have left to try escape from the hole. soon, it dawns upon u the utter hopelessness of the situation. and u decide maybe it's best to just leave quietly. so u gather all the dignity that u can, that u hv left, crouch down and hold it so close to urself, as if someone's gonna come and tear it away from u. as if. in fact, u wish someone would. seeing another person again- that would be such a relief from the dire state u'r currently in anw. ok anw, u are crouched down. now u subconciously spend the time thinking, quickly recalling, flashing through ur own memory; u are surprised at how well u remember things now- seems like u'r flipping a book. except of course, the book only exists in ur mind. u see people- the people who matter to you; who did, anw. ur parents, ur best friend. ur siblings and all ur friends. all their happy faces smiling at u, from u(r mind). then the faces of the reason u are stuck in this place appear, startling even urself. u shut eyes so tight u think u might go blind. go away! get away! NOT NOW! u will ur parents to come back, ur best friend, ur siblings, ur freiends, ur pet, anybody ELSE! but.

it's only when life is sucking that u realise just who're ur friends, and who are merely in the queue- to leave soon as u r stuck.

darn it's so late and my shoulders ache! and life is sucking and there's school tmr. where an econs test will welcome me, before the gp test takes its turn on tuesday. god pls give me strength, as u have always done. i dont know what i'd do without u really. i cant even bear thinking about it.