It's Like Drowning, Only I See You Breathing.

Everything can be predicted except the behavior of a person. To me human beings are designed to hurt one another, they cause pain without realizing it and they leave you broken without even caring, which is why I refuse to get to attached because everyone just leaves in the end right? Anxiety is what professionals call it, I call it not being socially comfortable. It's like you can't breathe, you're drowning but everyone else is breathing, you can see them, but for some reason your lungs refuse to intake are. It's the knot in your chest that tightens every time someone says your name, the queasy feeling in your stomach at the thought of having to go to school. Anxiety is drowning, dying inside from your insecurities eating you alive, but your trying not to show it, it's my hell, every nightmare I could think of, and the worst part? It's all in my head.