Social Anxiety

I'm graduating next year

I can do this.

I think.

 

I'll be driving soon for crying out loud.

I have a job.

Growing up is happening so fast.

THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH.

 

I have to.

My entire future is hanging in the balance.

Friendships could be at stake.

THE WORLD COULD BLOW UP.

 

Tears slip down my face

Onto my phone.

I'm

Too

Scared

To

Send

This

Text.

 

And then I do.

 

"I'm doing good! Wbu? :)"

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