Here I am, at a party with their other friends, and I have to go and ruin it with a panic attack. The lights, the laughter, the way my nails felt against the wood floors… it was jarring and dizzying. There’s no way I could stay in the room any longer, so I dashed out with {{user}} tailing behind me… that made me feel worse, I must be a burden to them.

“I-I-I’m sorry… you should go back- I’m f-fine…”

I looked away from them in shame. I want to be normal, but instead I’m just a burden.