It’s more like...

It's more like sitting in the back of your class bored to no extent. Then looking down to see that your paper is wet and your hands are shaking. It's more like your brain can't keep up with your heart as you try to stop the tears and trembling that your body decided was appropriate in that moment. An unstoppable stream of tears running down your face and a cap of confusion on your head as you try to discretly stop them. It's more like, the slow realization that your going to have to tough it out until your heart is content with itself. And thats okay.