My world, small and happy.

“No, no, no, this is not happening.” “Please, no.” It’s back, her anxiety. Her body started shivering, but her hand felt numb. With her hands on her head, she lowered down her ponytail. She was there, in that corner of her room, where she used to sit every time when her emotions rushed back and forth like a pendulum. She chose to be in that corner of her room because, it felt cold, dry and empty. That is what is needed. Her face turned pale. Everything went off, the colors of her life and the lights in her room. She chose darkness. The colors? Yes, she defines her life in terms of colors. Her life turned grey; detached from everyone, tired from everything, living with misery and emptiness. No matter what, she tries to stay calm and is holding on tight. Again, she got a nervous breakdown. That feeling was uncontrollable. It was suffocating. Tears rolled down her face, she was so drenched in her own thoughts, and all she could do was isolate her till midnight.  All...