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With the numbers defying my desires once again, I’m stuck here kissing the city goodbye every night until finally I awake in another world. Although it seemed brilliant at the time, taking a week off work to “celebrate”, I now have time to actually think over what this next move really means. The city will no longer be out my window, and everything that I have built out here will instantly start deteriorating.
This is where the anxiety comes in. When I’m walking down the cold streets of the Lower East Side-the tightening of my chest, the pains jolting through my lungs, and my breath no where to be found.
It’s difficult to breathe if your muscles won’t even listen to you.
This whole thing should mean nothing to anyone…
Because it means nothing to me.
This is where the anxiety comes in. When I’m walking down the cold streets of the Lower East Side-the tightening of my chest, the pains jolting through my lungs, and my breath no where to be found.
It’s difficult to breathe if your muscles won’t even listen to you.
This whole thing should mean nothing to anyone…
Because it means nothing to me.