When there’s a storm, I always feel like I’m the only one freaking out. I grab all of my stuff and bunk out in my mom’s closet, because that’s the safest place to be in case of a tornado. People always think I’m being funny, but it’s really not. If it gets really rough, I get short of breath and I can feel my fingers shaking. Lilapsophobia is a real phobia, and I fucking have that shit.