Friend Number One: Go comfort Friend Number Two.
*SKIP TO FUTURE CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND NUMBER TWO*
Me: Hello, issa me Jishwa. I am here with popcorn, the comfiest chair you could ever imagine, and an all you read selection of every book every written.
Friend Number Two: ...k? Friend Number One put u up to this?
Me: Nope, no, nah, why would you think that?
Friend Number Two: talking about things makes it worse. end of conversation
Me: okay. I completely understand, it was just an option. When my anxiety levels are too high I don't like talking to people (I'm not saying it's your anxiety I'm just using this as an example) in fact I start balling when someone asks "oh, are you okay" and I just wanna put my fist through a wall. God, I turned this into my own issues. Okay, end of conversation.
*SKIP TO FUTURE CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND NUMBER ONE*
Me: I tried just a little too hard trying to comfort him.
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Inside My Head
RandomWell, I need some sort of way to rant and not annoy anyone....
