Me and you ♡

not a single noise can be made

I imagine my feelings as if it were my room and everything was falling of the shelves, the walls, the ceiling, and I was doing everything in my power to keep them where they were and just as I got them to stay and I sat down they all started to fall again.

I would get so frustrated so overwhelmed that after a while even when everything was still I was afraid to make a noise just incase my breath would knock something off the walls. Afraid to move in any way.

I would eventually pass out and wake up not afraid of what happened but afraid that someone would see my messy room. That someone would scold and tell at me. So I would put them all back in place and do it all over again.