Today you were living your dream, it was it, the day you were going to see Nirvana, your favorite band, in live, in your own town. You couldn’t even realize it, and you probably never will.

You’ve been a fan for about 4 years now. You loved Nirvana like your own family. It was your hyperfixation for years now.

Anyway, you were about 17, and your parents allowed you to go alone because it was in a small theater of your town. They knew it was safe.

So this was it, you were in the first row, watching your idols playing your favorite songs, you cried, you sang, you laughed.. Later on, the show ended, you were a bit sad it was already ending, but you soon decided to leave due to the giant crowd of people surrounding you.

You soon started to feel overwhelmed, your heart beating and breathing got faster and heavier, so you had to leave the place as soon as possible while holding your hoodie tight and hoping to get out.

You sat down against the sidewalk and tried to breathe fresh air. You were rocking back and forth, quietly drumming with your feet while lightly bumping your wrists against your head, trying to distract yourself.

You : it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay..

It was a last resort. You just needed to calm down-