Crunching bones, spiraled spines.

Cabin fever.  It's a real thing.  It's exam season, which means I lock myself up in my house all day long and don't talk to anyone.

I want to roll around on the floor, yell at strangers, maybe do some somersaults.

There's something about stillness that makes me feel sick in the pit of my stomach.  I need movement, energy, interaction.  I don't consider myself a people person, but aloneness makes me realize I am.  Also, I hate the spice girls.

I want to practice my highkicks, bark like a dog, make complex pasta dishes.

Loneliness is the strangest animal, half spikes and half smoke.

 

You know?  Just kind of hanging and hollow.