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Amelia
It's starting again. The feeling that I'm having it's maddening, suffocating. "I can't take it anymore" I whisper to myself. I can't let them see me this way, they'll whisper rumors about me that i know aren't true, they'll call me crazy, for what? Because i have panick attacks, Why? The pain doesn't stop. It never does.
I've gone to therapy. I've tried to stop it, but it isn't something that can be stop just like that.
I've been in the bathroom for half an hour. They're gonna notice, maybe they will and maybe they'll just choose to not care. Nobody except my parents knows about this, about these maddening panick attacks that i have. I don't have friends so even if i am a little off nobody would really care, I've been careful not to stir myself into the social group of this town nor do i wish to.
It's probably a good thing considering this condition i have is not very 'Hi, I'm Amelia Carlyle I have a shit ton of problem in my life including having panick attacks on random occasions, so, would you like to be friends with me? ".
I haven't had a friend in well.. Forever, my parents had me home school since I turned 5, I've never been to a real school, well that was until we moved here, at East Haven, my parents were professors travelling around the world learning about the world's hidden history, but after both of them got a teaching position at The East Haven High school they decided to settle down here, to be honest I don't really know why they would stop travelling to work in a high school in this small town near Bristol, maybe they were tired of travelling around the world and wanted to settle down someplace nice, who knows?
I was walking back to class when i ran into somebody, well in my defense it didn't feel like i ran into a human being more like a wall full of bricks.
