Inner Thoughts of Social Anxiety
Oh god.
Please don't make me go.
Ok.
Maybe it won't be as bas,
As last time.
Shit we're almost there.
I can already feel the body heat.
Don't make me get out,
Of the car.
Don't make me go inside.
Fuck.
Please don't come over here.
Can I run to the bathroom?
Fuck.
Don't say hi.
Please just turn around.
Stop hugging me,
Oh my god.
Fuck I can't breathe.
Don't throw up.
Shit why is he here?
Please don't see me.
Oh god he saw me.
I'm going to throw up.
He didn't even smile at me.
Can I hide under the table?
Can I be anywhere but here?
Can I just die?
Fuck.
