The feeling. I hope I’m not the only one who feels like this. Picture this, you are walking along the street and you see someone slightly sketchy walk by and give you a funny look, am I the only person who thinks they are going to hurt me or kidnap me? I have such a paranoid brain its like I’m stuck in survival mode with no off switch. I see rain and I think its going to turn to acid. I meet a new person and I cant help wondering why I met them and if they are a part of the FBI. Crossing the street stresses me out because of the thought that in seconds I could die. I need to always see all exits so I could maybe defend myself against an assassin. My brain decides to play tricks on me no matter how much I know its not real. What can I say my brain is out to get me:p