That Feeling

I hate it. It's like I did something I wasn't supposed to do...but I didn't. I feel like my shomach is twisted in knots. Wrapping itself around again and again. What did I do? I didn't do anything wrong. My mind can't stop running. Scenes upon scenes of my day roll through my head, over and over. It won't stop. I can't sit still. I must do something. But when I try and occupy myself, I can't concentrate. Am I forgetting something? My homework lies unfinished on my desk. I can't do it. I can't even add an equation without getting frustrated and giving up. I feel like I should be asking for forgiveness...but from whom? The Lord? My friends? My parents? Things keep racing through my thoughts. Regrets, promises, hopes, disappointments. Endlessly going. Why won't they stop? I feel like crying. My hands are shaking. What is wrong with me? My head feels like it's going to explode. What's happening? I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy. I feel exhausted, but I can't sleep. Images keep me awake. Friends laughing. Movie nights. Paintballing. Shows. Games. I feel like I'm missing something. I feel like I'm falling into an abyss. Never ending. What am I regretting? What brought this on? Is the line between right and wrong becoming grayer? Am I going insane? Slowly losing my grasp on society? Retreating into a shell of isolation? No. I can't let that happen again. Never again. I don't want that pain. The longing to be someone when I know I'm not. I don't want to be that again. Something is eating away at me. What is it? It's going to drive me mad. I can't stop thinking. I think I'm losing it....