The is NOTHING adorable about anxiety. You know that pit in it stomach when it about to give a big speech? Yeah I feel that all the time for no fucking reason. First day of school I almost puked from the anxiety. I don’t talk to people Cuz I’m convinced they hate me or just think I’m ugly. I stay up all night worrying about every fucking detail of my life and of youre not talking to me it must mean you hate me. It’s not fucking cute.
I had this for a while. Then I went to talk to a psychiatrist, who got me to talk with my parents. It’s a lot better now.