Anxiety

August 19, 2017

Stomach turning, head spinning

I don't know what to do

people don't realize what it's like to live with anxiety

school is a nightmare and parties will be the death of me

I can feel my stomach drop, I can't breathe.

The panic washes over me in waves

I am drowning.

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