I see something flash out the window.
My eyes follow it for a fleeting second.
When I turn my attention back to class,
the teacher is standing sternly in front of me.
I've missed half an hour of class.
I can't help it.
I'm at a party.
Sounds and lights surround me.
It's all too much.
I collapse on the floor, overwhelmed.
I barely register anything anyone says,
barely see their worried expressions as they help me stand.
I can't help it.
I think about something that happened last week.
It was kind of funny,
if you think about it.
5 minutes later,
I'm lost in a spiralling tunnel of my own thoughts,
with no escape.
Someone snaps me back to reality with a frown.
I can't help it.
People say I'm 'overdramatic' and 'spacey'.
But I'm just me.
Try as I might,
I can't help it.
