Anxiously Relatable

I wish being a personal heater meant getting paid for all the thick energy I provide.

A weird happy normal coincidence I'm seeing right now is my young adult friends going back into shows that were from 2010, and I find myself sucked into the process as well.

I find that the biggest destresser and stresser is when I'll keep my expectations super loe, expect the worst possible outcome so in the end, what could be good or meh is better than nothing.

Things seem easier when you can laugh at little clips on your phone for hours, rather than taking the lucky 10 minutes to finally sleep.

Going around a store seems like it should be super easy, but my senses go haywire with sounds and seeing people and I predict every movement I can just so I don't have to go near anyone with my cart, or else I'm like a frantic deer in headlights.

Have you ever been so anxious about having a few worded conversation with someone that you think about it for possibly hours like... did I fuck up?

Those who show the most fire in personality, that I've met, tend to be the shortest.

Would our world be better or shit if we could see the worst quality in eachother before even meeting?

Depression and Anxiety is like playing tug of war but you're the rope. Neither side can win so you just lay in bed, unable to get up while worrying about the things you need to get done or know you can get done.

When I I rememeber something bad, minor or major, I'll shake my head in an effort to stop it, sometimes I'll even catch myself saying something or making a sound like: "euh!"

I had this crazy half-awake dream that I'm suppose to clean off my room's ceiling because the icicles make me think that I'd get stabbed from one falling. When in reality, I don't live in Antarctica but rather Kansas.