Why do I question everything? I'm doing it right now. I know it bothers everyone else, but in all honesty it bothers me the most. Constantly asking and growing fearful that I'll ask the wrong thing at the wrong time. It constantly feels like I'm losing the battle to my own curiosity. I'm not even sure why I'm so damn inquisitive. It's so fucking annoying. Especially with how much I don't ask. Questions seem to be spewing out of them constantly and it drives me mad, but I can't ask them all because it'd become a bother to everyone else. It already is half the time. The other half I'm just silent. It's like if I'm not questioning everything then I run out of things to say. I have a theory that that's where my social anxiety comes from. The fear of being rejected because of my intrusive nature. Thinking about it is actually starting to make me feel like I'm going through the motions again. Delusional sobbing. I don't know. I just want to avoid questioning for as long as possible at this point. I guess I'll just go silent like I did in seventh grade when I noticed that no one wanted to hear it anymore. That's when the anxiety started to developing. When I was told constantly to shut up, by peers and family. Maybe not saying them will make them disappear. I just need a trial run I guess. Before I spiral into the questioning spree again.
I just don't want Curiosity to kill the Panda.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
