I have a friend called Annie. Well, I call her my friend but you, you call her something different. Something inhumane; anxiety.
You're probably wondering "Why have you given her a name and called her your friend?". Well to me, Annie is the reflection of my thoughts. She is my guidance. She takes the indecipherable whispers of those around me and twists them until they thicken into a branch. And when I am at my lowest point, she hugs me and sways just the way I like it. Her soft voice will calm me down and for a moment, the world stops. Only the sound of the hair being tucked behind my ear can be heard. She controlled me.
My free will was robbed. She contorted me. When I was swimming, she taught me how to drown. And when I was living, she taught me how to die.
We all have a friend called Annie. I just hope that your Annie is tamed.
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Annie has been exposed.
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I Got Issues
Non-Fiction"It's okay if the only thing you did today was breathe." I muttered under my breath. "One day, you'll just collapse and say 'I can't do it'. And that's okay." ~~~~~~~~~~~ From her family's point of view she just an anti-social child, but she sees i...
