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What am I supposed to say? I can hardly talk. I don't want to embarrass myself. Who am I kidding, I already have. They probably think I have some type of illness . Say something! Please find something to say! My heart is pounding against my chest. Why can't I just say something? They keep staring at me. I need to say something.

"H-hey"

My throat is killing me. Did they say something? They're smiling at me like they did. Oh gosh, I fucked up. Maybe I should just tell them what's wrong with me. They won't mind. I mean I hope they won't. They will, they'll hate me for it. Everyone else already does, a few more people won't hurt.

I take a deep breath. Maybe I shouldn't do this but it was too late. The words poured out of my mouth like a waterfall

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a confession, I am not normal and I will never be. The truth is I have anxiety, depression, and I'm a bit Pessimistic"


Welcome to my book. Since this is my first time writing on Wattpad I'm incredibly nervous. I hope you enjoy it. I spent a lot of time planning how to start this and even though to me it's still not the best, I hope you like it. Feel free to send me any suggestions or writing prompts.



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