I can’t breathe.
I’m not being metaphoric, I’m serious. I really can’t breathe. I got asthma and this fucking weather doesn’t really help at all. It’s so damn hot (the bad way) and I can’t really do anything about it. Air-condition doesn’t cut it too, the air is too fake to help most of the time.
At first, you feel like there’s not enough air for you. Which is ridiculous because you know the world is full of air, but you still feel it. You gasp for breath but you can’t. There’s something blocking it, something that stops it from filling you with life.
And then you panic. You know all you have to do is calm down and the air will flow through you again, but you can’t help it. Thousands of thoughts cross your mind in a jiffy: “This is how I’m gonna die