The Stars and the Cookie Jar

One thing, directed to one person:

Step off me. BACK UP STEP OFF. I am sitting awake at 3:20 in the AM coming down from a panic attack.

I do not need this now. My hands are shaking my chest hurts I hurt. And this is not happening in some game. This is real life. Real. Is that a word you know? Your silly, idiotic actions have an effect on people.

And I've got no one in my room keeping the dark away, in real life.

Come near me again, online, in a game, in this journal, and....

Well.

Crystal? Crystal.

this mask I wear is one...