An insurmountable amount of pressure rests upon my shoulders. The invisible mountain. I feel it migrate to my chest sometimes, rendering me breathless. The darkness closes around the corners of my vision while the weight on my chest expands to paralyze every digit and muscle. 138 more words
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Its been a few months since packing up that small flat in the outskirts of Coventry. In May I folded, squashed, threw out, donated and left my belongings – and my old self – in those Halls of Residence in the West Midlands. 292 more words
My sister is giving me grief about not looking for job applications.
And she has a point. I should be looking for a job instead of worrying about a mythical African American male named Daquan. 278 more words