Everything sucks. . .He’s tired — he can barely hear his own thoughts — it feels like static in his ears and he’s desperate to get away from everyone — he tried— his mind thrumming as he weaved through the RedBull garage

His breathing heavy as he tried to find {{user}} — his rock and his person. He looked around with wild eyes — he knew he looked insane

He spotted them and rushed up from behind— grabbing their waist and pressing his face into their hair as he mumbled

” Ik kan dit niet “