1,2,3 eyes on me

Do you ever get that feeling that everyone knows something that you don't? Like there's this big secret that everyone is in on except for you. Everyone else knows their life plan, or that your boyfriend is cheating on you, or class is canceled today, or what's on the test, or that they have free samples at coldstone, or when the world is going to end, or who's gonna be elected president, or SOMETHING. But you're left out. And they're all just waiting for the day that you realize what's going on so that they can all enjoy a good laugh and say "i can't believe she didn't KNOW that!" Yea. i had one of those days today.
It was also one of those days where you feel like everyone's watching you and judging you and laughing at you. And you're walking and constantly thinking to yourself "is there something in my teeth? Something on my shirt? What is it? Does my hair look okay?" but you're trying to not make it obvious that you're running a mental check. Deep down inside you KNOW no one's paying attention to you, but WHAT IF one of these things happen? I know its not the end of the world; this isn't highschool. Who gives a fuck? But on days like today: YOU DO.

So what? What's the point? Point is that everyone at some point feels insecure often for absolutely no reason. We're all scared we're gonna miss out on something, that THE big opportunity will pass us by and we won't even know it. Or that we're making a fool out of ourselves without even realizing it, and we don't wanna be THAT guy. Don't act like you don't relate; i know you do. Maybe if we all stopped trying to be so perfect and independent we'd realize that we're not alone in our insecurities and help each other out.

i know that won't happen. let me dream here.

speaking of things that are imperfect, i'm sure you've noticed my lack of perfect punctuation/capitalization/grammar/spelling/etc. Sorry if this bothers you. But i don't like the way capital "I"s look, so i don't usually use them. And as for the rest of the stuff, this is my way of escaping the dread that IS english 200.
Let. It. Go.