We met in fifth grade when twelve year old me thought it couldn't get any worse and you were there for me. At first, you seemed like someone I could lean on. We sat together at lunch and I told you everything I had going on in my life that was bothering me. We sat behind the school together and every time we talked, you comforted me. It was always just the two of us.
I started realizing how terrible you made me feel after I got out of what you knew was a very toxic relationship and you made me feel like it was my fault. I thought that over time we would just grow apart, but you only grew closer to me. I hated you and by the age of fifteen I just wanted you out of my life, but the more I pushed you away, the more you did your best to never leave me alone. You made me hate myself.
Trying to argue with and get rid of you was and still is one of my worst habits.
You're cruel and you're a liar, Anxiety.
