I can't tell if I'm being meladramatic or not. Half the time I feel really overwhelmed by everything around me. Not even like a fear of large crowds, per
se. But, it's like being hypersensitive. Every little noise, smell, touch, is too stong. So, when I'm in overly busy places, I have anxiety attacks (I think.) Then, if I'm just sitting alone for a while, I'm at one extreme: perfectly content or
panicking. I've thought about talking to my parent, but my mom would jump on me for taking too many hard classes, or staying up too late, or some other concept that would be the obvious answer, but not the right one. She'll be convinced it's my fault for doing too much; but then, i swear, the minute I'm not pedal-to-the-metal working, it'll be all about how I'm too lazy or not trying or something. My dad would be more helpful, I think, but he has enough problems of his own. Maybe I am just being dramatic? I don't know. There's so many terrible things to be upset about, most of which haven't happened to me. So why do I act like a scared five year old at football games!? It's so infuriating. Then even now I'm getting anxious again because I'm confused and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm having more and more trouble calming down all the way. I probably look like a weepy little girl to everyone. I can't tell if I really have a problem, or if I'm just being ridiculous. Everything is setting me off.