Feels like someone's nails are scratching at a chalkboard.
Mind is racing a mile a minute. I can't think, but I can't stop thinking.
Trying hard not to itch, because I just want to scratch, and I know I won't stop.
Legs won't stop moving.
I want to run, but I can't, I want to hide but there is no where that I can.
Trying not to cry.
I am breathing, in and out, in and out.
Trying not to panic.
Don't want anyone to see me, but I don't want to be alone.
Trying really hard not to cry.
Starting to schratch, don't want to stop.
Legs still jumping.
Deep, controlled breaths
Legs no longer jumping.
Update: I spoke to soon, it's coming back
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