In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

My poetry is not perfect.......... I mean...... I only wrote my first poem like two weeks ago. You see, the thing is that you can say you want to be a writer all you want.... but you'll never be one until you actually start writing. That's what I am doing here, making my dream come true.

Dear Father, Last time I shut my eyes tight, made a wish and blew, I had 10 blue candles. Blue, my favorite color. 10 years straight, none of those wishes ever came true. There was this part of me which knew that it was just a stupid ritual that meant nothing, but than this other stupidly curious and stubbornly hopeful part would be like just maybe it will so what the heck, just make a wish anyways. This year I have 16 orange candles, orange ugh. Btw.... I mean by the way, Robert brought them, not mom. You, I know, would never make such a mistake. Mom sung happy birthday in that special voice of hers, not to high not to low, just perfect. Robert sung it like it was some dirge. Brent, forget Brent! He just swept a chunk of icing off the cake and licked his fingers. Being the brat/PIG he is, he also happened to get away with it. Rachel was too busy to come, I really really wish that she was here. Once the song was over, mom gave me that warm go on smile. She stopped telling me to make a wish 3 years ago. This year I don't know what had gotten in to me. I shut my eyes tight just like before and made a silent wish in my head: "Please come back dad." But unlike before, I knew without a doubt that this wish will not, CAN NOT come true. In one swift blow the candles, all 16 of them went out, taking with them my silent hope. I'm sorry, Love your little bunny Chris

Just some posts and quotes people with social anxiety will be able to relate to. Also for people who don't have social anxiety so you can know what it truly is, or at least what people with this disorder go through. Cover by: fracture

This book is just a bunch of stories about my life with Social Anxiety. I hope it helps others relate and we can go through this together. Walking down the hallway, heart pounding, people staring. Suddenly everything freezes A breath, A shaky, broken breath It comes out of my lips and out into the frozen world Finally I see her, the one person I'm strong with The one person that I can let my guard down with. All the way on the other side of the hall. Times unfreezes and all eyes are on me. Staring Judging Whispering Laughing They tell me that nobody is looking But they don't understand They are what a freak! They all think when they see me I am a freak. Freak No I'm less then a freak. I'm useless. I hold back my million tears as I break into a run rushing past the staring eyes the whispering mouths I reach out and I grab the sweater of my best friend. She turns to look at me with a smile and in that moment I'm beautiful I'm smart I'm strong I'm worth it vix