Claustrophobia.

My dresser doesn’t open all the way. It’s blocked, but only slightly, by the air conditioner in the corner. When I try to get clothes from out of my closet it’s a similar struggle. There are so many hangers, so much space filled with nothing. It feels like I can never find what I need, or at least anything I’m looking for. Everything is closing in, shutting me out in the most casual way possible. Soon I’ll be left with nothing. Nothing but the space filled with all I don’t want besides me.