Anxiety

Sometimes i wonder what the hell is wrong with me. My mom is picking me up soon to go visit my brother, and instead of being happy and excited, im sitting here with my heart pounding and thoughts of how to get out of going are running through my head.

I hate not having a car; it makes me feel trapped inside my own skin. I know that doesnt sound right... But when i had my car, i could leave when my anxiety level went up.

People who dont deal with it dont understand it. But lord knows i wish they did....

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