I heard a shuffling noise next to me, when i looked up i saw a a boy standing there, was he there the whole time? He certainly wasn't helping my anxiety.
He glanced down at me and i quickly looked away, i felt like i was about to have a heart attack. I was burning up. I took off my jacket and curled up against the sign post, holding it to my chest and breathing through the fabric. I don't know why, but that always seemed to help me a little bit. The boy sat down on the curb, and started searching through his backpack for something, but it seemed as though he couldn't find what ever it was. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, and at the same time, only seconds. there was still about 20 minutes before the bus arrived. And i couldn't help but worry.
How am i gonna survive today? I wondered. I couldn't even wait at the bus stop without almost throwing up.
Was this really what it's like being near people you don't know? No, no it can't be, otherwise there wouldn't be all those social butterflies out there. It must only have only been