How can I become a better writer when I cant even construct a proper sentence without having a panic attack.
Writers Block: I clap my hand over my mouth, but...
he never heard it anyway. I wonder if my screams get bigger they could slip between the cracks of my fingers. i once told him how much i could hurt him. but it was him who knew all to well and decided to flip things around. my nails have grown from anticipation and now i cannot begin to trim them down without bleeding. ive got a sore throat, but i can keep on screaming. i dont know where all...