That moment when you walk into a store and you can feel that everyone around you is judging you. It makes you feel insecure and small. Everytime I go to the store I feel that way. Everytime it makes me more and more uncomfortable and insecure. And the fact that I let people I don’t know get to me, kills me. I used to love shopping, now it scares me to death. I have to go shopping today and I’m scared. So scared. My mum thinks this is punishment for my sister because she hates it. She doesn’t know how much this is killing me at the moment. Yet she knows nothing. That’s the sad part knowing that you’re dying inside get no one else seems to notice that fact.