or when you're forced to go out in public.
Anxiety.
Anxiety is a vengeful enemy whose name can only be capitalized.
Anxiety tags along when i so much as breathe, but especially when i leave the house.
wherever i go, Anxiety follows listlessly, even though they may not have been invited. they ride my coattail anywhere.
going to a belt ceremony was not where i wanted to go, but Anxiety preyed upon me the moment i arrived at the karate warehouse.
awkward interactions, being spoken to by friends of my parents, finding a way to fidget the stress away. all of it was initiated by Anxiety.
my head ached as they pulled at my strings, conducted me as only Anxiety could.
me, a puppet to something so much stronger and human than an emotion.
them, too strong to stay under cover.
fuck Anxiety.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
