I was never good at coping

The night goes on, he spends another hour lingering around Charlie, his mind distant from anything he's saying, he’s not sure when the time started to blur together or how he ended up away from Charlie, or any of his friends, for a second time. All he knows is that he really just wants to leave.Charlie is having fun, I can’t ruin that for him.He doesn’t know when the shitty LED lights got so bright, they felt like they were piercing into his skull.He doesn’t know when the music got so loud that he can’t hear anything anyone's saying, just the song blaring from the speakers.He’s not sure when so many people got here, but surely it was more than before, the room was so crowded he could barely breathe.___or, an exploration of how anxiety disorders can effect someones life