You run my life. You ruin my life.
You have total control. You're a total mess.
You bring me down whenever I'm up. You bring me all of your complaints and concerns.
But, in a bit of a way, you're a LOT like a parent. You look after me and never stop or go away.
And, just like parents, they're not perfect.
You have a say in ANYTHING that I do and you suggest avoiding social activities altogether.
I know you're my anxiety but can you let ME have a say for once and YOU just listen to what I have to say? Geez.
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The Quiet Kid's Diary
RandomThis story is basically me writing down my feelings. Enjoy with caution. Some content may be too graphic for some readers. Always practice self love and don't forget to spread kindness to others as well. Love you guys.
