Gemotions

He was always restless. He paced around the house, unable to settle. Every aspect of his surroundings irritated him. The way his father whistled while he shaved, the way his mother talked on the phone, the way the sunlight hit the kitchen table.

He retreated to his room and slammed the door, the sound echoing through the quiet house. He stared out the window at the familiar street scene, a dull ache in his chest.

He felt a profound sense of frustration, a burning need to escape. He saw everything as a challenge, an affront to his self-perception.