Thought no.214- I can’t breathe

I feel as if there is a boa constrictor wrapping itself around me
squeezing and squeezing
I want to tear my hair out
I want to scream
I want to get a whole new identity
I feel as though my head is full of dwarves
mining and mining
I want to break something
I want to cry
I want to sleep until I am no longer me
I feel as though I restricted by being me
and paralyzed by these fears
I can’t breathe