Grabbing at Straws - Part 1
Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room? Or maybe it wasn't as crowded as you felt it was, and you know that you were perfectly safe because you were with your closest friends, but in that moment, two felt like twenty thousand and you couldn't breathe because everyone's watching you and they took the air from the room and. .... Stop. Breathe. "Sorry." You're in control. . . Nobody's watching you. They love you and they are glad you are here. But. .... what if they are not glad you're here and you're a third wheel, and you're useless anyway. . . They'd be better off without you here anyways. They wouldn't even notice you being gone, and even if they did, they'd be happy you are gone. . . . STOP! BREATHE! DAMNIT, BREATHE AGAIN! "I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything. It's so annoying that you say sorry so much!" Great job, fuck up! You're ...