Exact date unknown, mid-1998.
This was shortly after graduating college.
I was back in my high school, though it was a maze. The walls were the same white, metal walls that are found there. The floor was the same blue-grey carpet. The ceiling was the same ceiling.
I was trapped and desperate to get free.
Every once in a great while I could find myself in the office where the guidance counselors worked.
The anxiety followed me into the waking hours, where I believed I needed to go back to high school to finish out my time there, as if I had dropped out (even though I did graduate legitimately).
