I took a deep breath. I took a few more because of what I knew was going to happen next. I sat in the middle of the studio, my stuff scattered around the floor. No. Not again. Not during this time. Lungs aren't there. Thinking about other things. Mind is a blur. Minutes pass. Minutes feel like hours in my world. They think I'm a freak. Mom thought moving would help me, would help this. This won't ever go away.All Rights Reserved