I Write Sins Not Tragedies

I'm sitting in Finance. My mind is racing, pacing. Nothing to do but to think about you. I travel through the multi-colored corridors of my mind and all I see is you...and you...and you. Suddenly the colors fade and the walls are a deep black. I start to think about me. Just me. I can no longer see. Arms outstretched I feel for the dark walls. My fingers graze air. There's nothing there. Vast emptiness surrounds me and my knees tremble. I sob loudly and my body fails me. Painfully, I hit the cold, dark floor. My tears flow incessantly. My heart rate steadily rises. My body, as if struck by lighting, jerks uncontrollably. I'm numb to the pain now. It's all over. I've let go, completely. I've given up, completely. I have one last thought, one last memory.

You.

The darkness dims and the colors return. The tears cease as I regain my strength. I claw at the reappeared wall for support.

You...and you...and you.

I can walk now.

I'm sitting in Finance. My mind is racing...pacing.

You and you and you alone.
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The allergist I went to yesterday said that I'm highly allergic to birch trees, dust mites, and cat dander. I haven't humped any trees lately nor have I eaten any cat dander. It's probably those dust mites. Damn those microscopic bastards X__X.

The last three days have been really turbulent. The start of my week was amazing, but today was just extremely sad. Nothing in particular caused this, really. Those thoughts have just started to come back. I'm vulnerable now, they can easily overtake me. I have to practice my fake smile once again. My eyes will give me away instantly, but no one looks hard enough to notice anyway.

**Significance of the "I write sins not tragedies." title is that it was playing in my Finance class when I started to drift off.**

My first video...and I'm super camera shy...so...don't hold it against me, yo.

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