whenever I step out of this prison that is called home, I always take shortcuts to get to the bus station even though I can walk to the top of my street to catch a van, I don't want my daughter's father or his friends to see me, also when out in public I can swear blind that everyone is looking and talking about me and I don't know them,I start to fidget, look down at the groud and shake. Is this anxiety? I think so but have never told anyone this.
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