One of those days.

There were those days when it was way too loud inside my head. I heard things, so many things, all at once, and they were screaming to get my attention. So I screamed back at them, begging them to shut up. But they just wouldn't listen, and it started to got way too crowded in there.

And I became scared of them. They're like ghosts riding on my back, following me everywhere. Strangling my neck with their wicked hands, suffocating me. Whispering things just to make everything gets ten times worse.

Those days made me just want to run away, as far as I can. Run to someplace where they can't find me. Where I can be free. Where I don't have to hear them anymore. Where all I can hear is just the wind blowing quietly.

And today is just one of those days.