I never felt like I had to tell this story, but now I agree to be part of it.
How did you know? Are you for real?
All these questions in my head get me messed up. All I want you to see is me. I don't need to explain myself, and if you stay, I'm happy that you do.
But if you feel the need to leave, go ahead.
People leaving me gives me anxiety.
People trusting me gives me anxiety.
Anxiety, I quote, is the worry about something that is happining or might happen in the future,
Though it is the future that gives me anxiety.
The feeling of not knowing what to expect tears my head apart.
I always wanted you to know everything I think about you, but I don't always want to know everything you think about me. But I need you to know that I am so, so grateful for having you in my life. And if you think the same, tell me.
I hate the unknown and I hate the known.
And I think that's anxiety.
