Anxiety is having to carry on working somewhere that makes it hard for you to breathe because quitting would stop your breath completely
Anxiety is having your teacher explain the wrong thing to you because she’d already started and you couldn’t say anything to stop her
Anxiety is buying something you didn’t really want because the cashier mentioned some offer and you panicked and said yes
Anxiety is hiding away at school where no one can see you because you’re convinced everyone keeps staring at you
Anxiety is knowing every answer to the questions your teacher asks but never once answering because how can you raise your hand and speak in front of everyone
Anxiety is slowly ruining my life
The thing about punk shows is that they have to be loud, so that the sad, crazy kids who go to punk shows, and I mean all those words - sad, crazy, kids will forget for one fucking minute that when they go home, they’ll still want to kill themselves because at home, their lives don’t mean anything to anyone.
So the thing about punk shows is that you get all these half deaf depressed kids and you get them in a room where they all hate the same things - themselves.