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I got two hours of sleep last night No, it wasn’t because I was working on the essay that was due today I couldn’t care less about the essay Actually, I could Because I care too much about everything and that’s why I was up all night I’ve spent countless sleepless nights worrying about every moment that’s gone wrong Wincing about every word I stuttered over Analyzing every glance I received And it makes me wake up with bruises underneath my eyes My mom didn’t make me go to school today, even though she knew I should She wants to scream at me to get out of bed, to do something with myself But I think my empty stare and my cheeks stained raw like a ripe pomegranate stop her from making me do anything I haven’t washed my hair in three days The thought of leaving my room ties a knot in my stomach that can’t be undone And why doesn’t my dad understand That I don’t feel like dragging my body around because it’s as if it’s a bag of sand? My doctor told me that I have anxiety headaches trembling nausea lightheadedness trouble swallowing food excessive, o  n  g  o  i  n  g worrying and tension difficulty concentrating trouble falling asleep                                        or                                               staying                                                              asleep I didn’t get to sleep tonight
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
"Why are you so tired?"
I got two hours of sleep last night No, it wasn’t because I was working on the essay that was due today I couldn’t care less about the essay Actually, I could Because I care too much about everything and that’s why I was up all night I’ve spent countless sleepless nights worrying about every moment that’s gone wrong Wincing about every word I stuttered over Analyzing every glance I received And it makes me wake up with bruises underneath my eyes My mom didn’t make me go to school today, even though she knew I should She wants to scream at me to get out of bed, to do something with myself But I think my empty stare and my cheeks stained raw like a ripe pomegranate stop her from making me do anything I haven’t washed my hair in three days The thought of leaving my room ties a knot in my stomach that can’t be undone And why doesn’t my dad understand That I don’t feel like dragging my body around because it’s as if it’s a bag of sand? My doctor told me that I have anxiety headaches trembling nausea lightheadedness trouble swallowing food excessive, o  n  g  o  i  n  g worrying and tension difficulty concentrating trouble falling asleep                                        or                                               staying                                                              asleep I didn’t get to sleep tonight
Explaining anxiety to my friends.
#friends#depression#disorder#anxiety#mental#insomnia#sleepless
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
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