Slipping - Writing.Com

I am slipping.
Slipping slowly into madness.
I throw around books,
I smash my models,
I chew on the wooden frame of my bed set
Rabid foam from the mouth
Eyes twitching, turning bloodshot red
Breathing elevated,

Damn I wish that Xbox Live was working again.

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