woaw

Sure you're waiting there with other people who have to go too, but why does it always seem like you're the only one squirming. Everyone else is just standing there but you keep crossing your legs, bouncing a bit, shifting feet, its obvious you're desperate.

Now everyone is can see/ is watching you struggle.

Then there's a psychological aspect to it. Your salvation is RIGHT THERE but just because you probably waited too long now you have to wait. You want to just run in so so badly but thats wrong.

You want to ask if you can cut in line but you dont know how bad everyone else has to go. Maybe they're on the verge of wetting too but are better at hiding it. Plus people can be mean and not care how bad you have to go

So you just wait there, your knees essentially glued together, shaking with desperation and urgency. Wincing at every movement you make. The snickers of people around you flood your ears.

Its so overwhelming and you want to cry when you start leaking but there's still...2 people infront of you.

Your hands are now buried in your crotch, not caring who's watching anymore because at this point the only thing worse is actually wetting.

You can feel your leaks turning into spurts and now your hands are starting to feel damp and you start to tear up because you know you're not going to make it.

Suddent you feel a tap on your shoulder. Somebody with a concerned look on their face asks if you need to go ahead of them. Its the person before the person ahead of you.

Despite the protests of the person infront of you you frantically accept and shuffle to the front of the door thanking the person in the front.

The door finally opens and at the same time you body decides its had enough and it decides to let go.

With a gasp you run inside and shut and lock the door as you absolutely soak your pants. You just stand there with shaky breath and soft moans as you tremble from the warmth spills down your legs.

And its bad

Theres no hiding this because you chose light jeans. You're socks and shoes are soaked and the puddle was enormous under your feet and its STILL going.

Your legs almost give out by the time you finish and you're just devastated.

The toilet was RIGHT THERE and you made it inside just to wet yourself as soon as the door shut.

You hear banging and rushed yells and you know you're not getting out of this unnoticed. You take a few seconds to get yourself together before you rush out the door and run to your car as you hear the uproar of people either notice you or what you left in the bathroom.

...

i wish i had a mom who respected me