I Like to Write About How I Feel

Suddenly this anxiousness is back again. Like an agitated ripple in the quiet of a lake. I can't get rid of it, i forgot how to get rid of it. All i want to do now is hide in the blanket, not face the world today. But the anxiousness increases, coz tomorrow again, i have to face it. If not tomorrow, some day. I don't want to face the world. I want to hide forever. I'm tired of people. I'm tired of how i am with people. When can i take a break from it all? No idea. But today, i can't take it anymore. So i'm going off in my hiding place. If only i could find a rabbit hole, i'd never come back to this world.