panic is my least favorite feeling.
i'd take anything over panic. anything.
panic is a physical pain constricting my chest.
it's a lack of breath, claws down my throat, fangs tearing apart my lungs. it's pure agony at the most inconvenient times.
it's like drowning. cliche, I know, but it really is.
your senses are muffled, your breathing halted, and it's like everyone around you is just watching like nothing is happening.
at this point, i've gotten so good at hiding it
that people don't ever know it's happening. I could be having a panic attack while talking casually with someone and they'd never know.
although I suppose that's because no one cares about me.
i'm used to it.