Walking, Talking Anxiety

Walking, Talking Anxiety

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Life as a walking, talking, sad excuse of a teenager already sucks because of, well, hormones. But. It's even worse when your entire essence is anxiety. This is a collection of my most awkward moments, destructive anxiety, and gear grinding rage. Enjoy and relate.
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There's not a lot that can freak me out in this world. Only large animals with sharp claws, too many people touching me, bullies, hives, horror movies, sitting underneath fans or lights or anything that dangles from a ceiling, glass or wooden bridges, my mother, mosquitoes, public situations, taking a shower with nobody in the house, taking a shower with too many people in the house and crocks. Oh, and zombies. Zombies is definitely on that list. It's almost a shame too, that I have to race through a city packed full of them to find my missing family. Packed full of zombies, by the way, not crocks. (Although I don't know which situation is worse.) Now I have to not only keep my feeble body alive, but also protect (or be protected by) my two best friends in the entire world as we all try to survive in a city packed with the Dead.

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