Anxiety: It's when your hands keep shaking and "everyone hates me," I know it's not my fault, but do the ones I talk to do?
Anxiety: It's the ex-boyfriends who never understood why you apologized so much for things you had no business apologizing for, and them not knowing that telling you to stop and showing their annoyance would only make it all worse.
Anxiety: It's when the tiniest thing can set you off and make you believe that the people you love couldn't care less about you, even though there's piles and piles of memories that can knock that thought out of the deathly waters of your mind.
Anxiety*: It's when absolutely, positively, nothing feels right anymore.
(w.n.)
I had a mini anxiety attack earlier and I just had another one and they **** so I wrote this.