Breathe.

"Breathe, just breathe...."
...Is what someone who "loves you" tells you when you're in a bad place.
I'm not saying it doesn't help, I'm just saying that it's not the best way to battle a panic attack. I'd be better off shooting heroin up my veins rather than trying to breathe just because you're telling me to.
I'm a pretty normal-ish high school kid, I'm just a bit...crazy? I don't know how else to explain it. Maybe a purple-blue? Yeah... that sounds about right...
I do really strange things. Like....
Like, little things. Like.... looking out your bedroom window with headphones in acting like a sad main character in your own depressing movie.
Yeah, pretty descriptive and dumb right? It's even more dumb when you listen to poetry or some hippy-dippy-student-councilor speech. You know what I mean, the whole, "love yourself! you're the only you you've got!!" and then it turns into an inspirational speech about infinitive galaxies and possibilities . Then you question why you're even alive and start believing that you could die any second......
Anyway, what was I talking about?? Oh yeah, how crazy I am.
My name is Tyler R. Joseph. I'm a Junior and pretty sure that I need a mental hospital, but then something insane happened. I met someone.....