Is this where i’m suppose to go?
Have I gone to the wrong place?
What If i’m late?
What if I’ve done the wrong thing?
For me, panic is my second shadow. It follows me everywhere I go, I can’t escape it. For every little thing, there’s always something for me to panic about. In the middle of writing an essay i’ll stop in a moment of panic, suddenly thinking it’s all wrong. If I’m a few minutes behind schedule, i’ll panic that I will be late. If i’m in a new surrounding i’ll panic that i’ll never get use to it. Panic is a word I relate to everyday, even when there is nothing to worry about!