"Dear Anxiety,
I am a teenager suffering your wrath despite doing nothing to earn it. I have known no peace since you decided to dominate my life. I have begun to put others before me because I am anxious about their impression of me. Because of this behaviour of mine, I also put others' problems before my own, and I am sick of it. I am sick of not being able to solve my own problems but being asked to solve others' when they don't appreciate the effort I put into it. I beg of you to let me go. I will, however, be forever indebted to you for teaching me how to observe even the smallest of details, and for allowing me to sense energies and their shifts."
Probably yours forever,
an anxious teeneger.
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"Shower Thoughts"
RandomA book filled with happy, sad, depressed, frustrated and ecstastic thoughts that randomly come to me, even outside showers (lol 😂). Hoping to relieve people from stress by helping them string words together. Hoping to help someone struggling with a...
