It feels like I am sitting on hundreds of needles.

 

I am getting so nervous-

I would almost say

I am close to paniccing

But that’s not what it feels like.

Restless. I am restless.

Despair. I am close to it.

What do you call this state of mind?

I don’t know.

Do I want to know?

Do I need to know?

No is the answer to both.

But I am restless,

So I desperately look for something

I can occupy myself with.

Wich makes me even more nervous.