Anxiety Attacks
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Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
It's crazy, you know? How one day everything can seem like it's so good and then seconds later you find yourself curled up in the corner of a dark room wondering what the fuck you ever did to deserve what you're going through. Like, you don't want to wake up anymore because you know that all of the shit you're scared to talk about will still be haunting you if you get up and go out. You start to feel like every friend you've ever had is now looking at you like you're a freak because you've pushed people away. Anxiety does that to people. It attacks you.
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