Raspberry or mango? I can’t decide. Of course I can’t decide. Nothing new, right? Not being able to make decisions on my own, needing other people’s opinions, needing others to guide me with even the most simple choices. I'm standing in a little frozen yogurt shop, probably one of the safest places, and yet my mind is racing. A million thoughts a second, all blending together in a mass of words. If someone with a gun comes, or there’s a fire, where's the nearest exit? What’s my backup plan? The amount of people in here is making me dizzy. All the voices, quiet and loud, coming together in one loud noise. I try not to look at anyone or make eye contact, but everywhere I look, someone's there. So I looked at the floor. Raspberry or mango?