A/N: Welcome to Bits and Pieces! This story mainly contains a few paragraphs I have written. Each chapter I post is not connected to the last chapter in any way. Here's the first piece of many.

I get social anxiety, I always get asked about it and a lot of people do not understand it so I attempted to write about how I feel and how people affect me.

Everywhere I go, it's like every pair of eyes are following me, watching my every move. Everyone is judging me, the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I do anything. Every small mistake makes me self-conscious. It never leaves me, every so often a little voice likes to whisper and remind me of those mini mistakes. The big ones are worse. Unforgettable.

I can never know when someone is talking behind my back, remembering me for my mistakes. It's even worse when someone starts to talk to me, all I am thinking is "go away", "I don't want to talk". My palms begin to sweat, my heart begins to beat, I try to control my breathing as I reply, sometimes with a little stutter. The words exiting my mouth before I can comprehend what I am saying. "Shit", I think, "Why did I say that". Every second I continue to listen to the person, their voice drowning with my inner voice commenting on every embarrassing thing I have done so far. All I hope, all I want is for that person to go away. To make sure that I never meet them again, even though I know that I will see them in a few days.

Sometimes I know the things I think is stupid, sometimes I understand that people do not care what I do, sometimes I realise that I mostly overthink the littlest of things, but that doesn't stop the worrying. It's hard to suddenly stop thinking like that, it's hard to get over mistakes and try not to care about what others think. Because it's exactly that. People I see everyday, people I won't see for a long time, even people I may not even meet again. I care about others' opinions, I want them to have a good impression of me, not to see me as some horrid or weird person. I simply care too much.

Most people do not understand, they do not realise that it's hard to break this habit, this train of thoughts travelling around. It is difficult to mute that little voice.