Party or Die

After cheating death once again, i realized how grateful I am to be here. Each time I go out with my friends to partys or social gatherings, I automatically assume that each male in the room has a gun, and ready to fucking kill everyone. I cant have a single peaceful night with my girls without having to feel like im going to die from a random shoot out. Dropping to the floor instantly, hearing the guns pop off really changed my mindset about outside events. Call me Paranoid, but after being involed in a drive by shooting, i am mentally fucked. physically fine, mentally fucked up in the head. Ive Cheated death three times already from partys in my town. Its probably just the area I live in, but I know damn well there are other people feeling the anxiety like I do.