This is the story of my battle with Anxiety. I gave it a face, a shape, and a method of manipulation that can only be seen as a weapon. I let the battle I fight daily bleed onto a page.
Having an amazing job and a badass vampire as a friend sounds perfect...a little too perfect...especially when your vampy friend gets...weird...as time goes on...
...nah probably my imagination.
This story is from my old account taztaz92