Hey guys I'm Anna. I'm 17 and currently living it up in Colorado. This is a little look inside my mind. Hold on tight.
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything
I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you’re not anymore.
you take care of everyone,
but who is taking care
It’s an unstable world, babe.
Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3