Adrenaline pumps through you. Fight or flight. While you sit on a exercise ball, jumping up and down, while staring at a screen.
Anxiety: I'm you.
Fear: I'm you.
Anxiety: You're me?
Fear: You're me.
Anxiety: I'm you.
It read "seen." An email you sent, hasn't been responded to. Your counsellor told you that they see social media as a "demon." (silence) Anxiety: NO ONE LOVES YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (silenc
He was typing, when he turned inward, and reflected. He: What if you're a good thing? Anxiety: The fuck? He: What if you keep my accountable? Anxiety: Sure? He: There needs to be a balance, cause you
He was cooking dinner for his family. Anxiety: Remember when you kept asking about Nicki Minaj or Rihanna? He: Yes, I know. "Good intentioned" but still racist. Anxiety: Yeah. Try better. She probably