Antsy. Itchy.

Like sand under your skin. Like thirty gauge wire wrapped tight around your nerves. Not like ants crawling all over, not quite- more like there's a thousand tiny threads attached to your eyelids, toes, fingers, ears- everything, down to the littlest hairs of your eyebrows that are being pulled taught, all at once, all over. You can't sit still and and it doesn't do any good to stand up, because all you do is pace, and twitch. Any sort of movement, anything to distract from the way your body seems to be crawling away in twenty different directions. It's not nerves, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just an invisible tension that shouldn't be but is, and more than anything you want it to go away.

More than anything you just want everything to go.