Rougher

Do you feel worthless?
I SAID do you feel worthless?
Yes.
Good, cause you are worthless.

A familiar smell. That familiar feeling.
Get it out. Get it out. Of my nose, of my mind. That scent in the air on that night in December. Hardly able to be called a smell as no one would recognize any difference.

Maybe the word atmosphere would work better.

The same atmosphere.
Desperation.
Because people can't smell desperation.

I have the words but they are all mixed up, swirling around, dissolving. They won't come out in time.

Like chemicals in a stomach.

Yet
A different
Year.
House.
Room.
Bed.

But the same as that one night in December.