Anxiety is a boy in a sweatshirt in summer. He wears clothes two sizes too big. He has dyed his hair every color of the rainbow. His headphones never leave his ears, listening to music that puts his heart into words. He is creative. He likes to draw; he likes to read; he likes to write. He writes about who he could be. He draws who he wants to be.
Anxiety knows a lot. He likes to watch people. He knows Dysphoria's real name. He knows Hope's worst fear. He knows what happened to Anger. He knows how to make Sad smile. He knows a little about everyone. But he has no friends, he keeps there secrets.
Anxiety dreams of his happily ever after. He wants to be a psychologist, he wants to help everyone like himself. He wants to be married. He wants to have kids. He wants to love his job. He wants to come home and spend time with a loving family. He wants his dream to come true.
Anxiety lives inside himself. Anxiety doesn't love his body. Anxiety likes to express himself. Anxiety likes to watch people. Anxiety is too afraid to talk to them. Anxiety is a dreamer. Anxiety has more hope for himself than anyone else.
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Short Stories
General FictionRandom collection of short stories from my Creative Writing course. Enjoy, or don't, you do you dude.