It grips me tight But I try to hide it Like a parasitic vine grown from what was thought to be mere anxiety wrapping itself around my body I am ashamed of it I feel as if I am a monster admitting to a lover that I am cursed But they are too caught in their dream version of me to truly care about it and the effects it has on me
Yeah so anyways Currently trying to remind myself that my friends and acquaintances *probably* dont hate me again