Aren't They Moving?

My lungs, I mean. Lately, I can't breath. It feels like tiny panic attacks. It also feels like a tiny monster is squeezing them and constricting the air flow. I've never experienced such claustrophobia in my life and now I feel it every day in almost every place. I can't even ride in my car without the windows cracked or I feel trapped and it freaks me out. The only place I don't feel stuck is in that guy's arms (how cheesy, yet so true). . . I think I'm dying. -_-