Claustrophobia

"One day baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old, think of all the stories that we could have told."

I'm guessing it's inevitable, that i feel the walls are closing in on me again. Suddenly, i am filled with the wave of hysteria and depression of self loathing and hopelessness. The worst part, is that not every wave can be swept away with binging on junk. Unfortunately, food does not always work all the time. and when the strongest waves hit, the only thing left to do is to curl up into a ball and stare ahead, or let it pass along with the cascade of tears, which can no longer be held back. Too much has been kept, and the dam is slowly breaking, one chip at a time. 

One day we'll be old, and all this will have been nothing but an ugly part of the past. But until then, all there is left to do is to actually curl up and let the wave past, and hope to make it out alive and sane.