Reality.

I need to get out of this place. Stress is in full effect, clouding my mind with fucked up thoughts. I'm living in my reality, a reality I am not too fond of. A reality where a smile is hard to come by. A reality where things start to spin and you're too dizzy to focus. A reality where you're breathing slowly, grasping for air as the four walls begin to inch closer to each other. A reality where there is no such thing as spring nor summer, no sun perhaps. Oh how I hate reality. 

Fuck everyone.