Anxiety

Sweaty palms and a fast beating heart. I am always looking around. Searching for something familiar but there is nothing. Only heavy breath that wont come out. My skin is screaming and I feel sick to my stomach. I am cracking a smile hoping that the sheer terror wont come barrelling out of me. I cant stop pulling my hair and twisting the ends around my fingers. I want to go home where everything is safe, where I know everyone. Cold, cold air on my face is what keeps me from losing it. Maybe the cold draws my attention away from my insides. I dont know I just know that it helps, some. 

::I didnt do the full ten minutes on this one even though I should have. ::