There it is again.
The weight on my chest.
Why at all?
I feel like I might throw up.
I need out.
I need to rip my ribcage open so I can have room to breathe.
I raise my hand and ask to be excused. I am.
I rush to the bathroom and before I even open the door I can feel my face getting wet. I shut the door behind me and sink down to the cold floor.