#7*7

You're all alone on this big blue marble, baby. You've got only yourself to completely rely on, because people can be shitty and forget you. It's probably best you don't get to close, just for safety reasons. You're bound to make friends, surely, people who might even change you. Make you feel love, experience all sorts of joy. Make you think differently. Don't. You built this beautiful white picket fence all around your soul, like the perfect garden. Don't have people tell you it might be prettier blue or without a fence at all. You've got yourself and your white picket fence. Go out and give everything your best damn shot. After all, if you've just got yourself, you have nothing to lose.

I'm just an afterthought a forgotten memory in the abyss and I am sinking once again

Anxiety is being so damn paranoid that everyone in a room hates you and doesn’t want you around when you kind of know that they love you but the paranoia just clouds any logical sense you may have so you’re just sitting in a room, filled with people who may-or-may-not hate you but probably don’t, thinking that you should probably say something but thinks that nobody cares or hears it anyway so you just don’t say it at all but then you’re sitting there worrying that you are just a useless body in the room so you’re back to square one of why do I even leave my room or try to have friendships with people so then when I am finally by myself I write it all out on here and usually delete it but today I’m not because this is what it looks like to live with anxiety and I can’t care about what people think anymore

Starring me, written by me. Coming to a theater near you. Maybe. If my anxiety permits.

Blame your own fearful heart and bigoted mind.