Intromania

The walls are slowly closing in. I feel the air being squeezed from my lungs. The taste of blood in my mouth as my body is crushed between the spiked walls of socialization. There is a nervous bleeding in my brain as I struggle to be social, a fake smile here, a phony complement there. I feel like throwing up. And it always goes from worse to a living hell. A noose keeps flashing in front of me and its magnetic. Oh, the pains of being human. Do we really have to socialize. If death is the only way of being free of human interaction then suicide looks like a pretty reasonable option to me. Besides, I'm already choking to death, I may as well go out on my own terms....