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? :)"