Mha panic

The moment you got home, you locked yourself in your room, letting the door click shut behind you as though it could keep the world out. Your legs gave way, and you slid down against the cold closet doors, curling up in the shadowed corner. The voices from yesterday wouldn’t leave you alone—sharp, mocking, circling you like predators. “Not good enough.” “Why are you even here?” At first, you told yourself it didn’t matter, but the words kept replaying, your chest heaving *I ran outta letters sorry*