I'm sitting in the back seat riding around with some old friends of mine.
I get bored, and of course it's that time.
I start to think, I find myself deep in my thoughts.
I swear my mind is a racing clock.
It's times like this I start to cry.
My mind runs faster than my processing time.
My anxiety level starts to rise.
I can feel it coming.
I can't start running, it's to late.
And now it's time...
A panick attack hits me.
Oh no, I can't breathe
Here I am, crying hysterically.
Hyperventilating, acting so crazy.
Sarcastically laughing, but nothing is funny.
I'm confused, my mind is running.
I'm crying so hard, I just don't want people to see.
Trying to hide this episode so nobody thinks weird of me.
It's so hard having anxiety....