justaoifethings

I couldn't breathe. My chest jumped with forced half heaves, the air trying to scramble into my lungs, my lungs refusing. I just couldn't goddamn breathe. The tears flowed, I wasn't conscious of them for a while, until the fragile skin under my eyes started to sting with the sudden overdose of salt. I couldn't breathe, but I could stand and wring my fingers through my hair, trying to explain why I was panicking to a concerned teacher through chaotic breathes, barely able to speak. I couldn't breathe as I tried to smile at my newly found friends who looked at me both concerned and confused, unsure of what to do or say, whether to stay or go. I couldn't breathe as I was so utterly dissapointed at the fact that I hadn't had a panic attack in school all year, but I was having the worst panic attack I'd ever had at that moment. I couldn't fucking breathe because a teacher, a male over six foot, decided to completely lose the plot at me, telling me