The funny thing about anxiety is I always believed it was caused by the stress of a job and having to do what I don’t like. I am anxious now and I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything.
Writing down thoughts as they come show just how contradictory emotions are. How the fuck do I function?
There are so many perfect endings in life. The problem is the camera just keeps rolling after the moment. I am fine with accepting the end of jobs, relationships and places. But then the script makes me have to continue on. I wish I could close out some stories. Bless them, release them, move on
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