I’m going to be fine I tell myself.
I close my eyes as I stand in the crowd.
I can feel my throat tightening.
It’s a cycle, I feel my breath shorten and it makes me feel like I can’t breath and the more I think I am having issues breathing the more I actually have issues breathing.
I hate being that person that has to leave early.
I hate being the person that ruins it for everyone because we have to come home early.
Why can’t I just be okay. I tell myself as tears run down my face.
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