Anxiety.
Anxiety.
Hate it.
Thanks to you I'm afraid of everything. I worry about what I like to call "closet monsters" cuz I'm afraid they'll come out at night and stab me (why am I afraid of death?)
Anyways...
I hate you.
And sometimes I wish you were a person:
So I can KILL YOU
AND YOULL NEVER COME BACK TO HURT US,
Anxiety.
Sorry for the spam I'm at home for two weeks and I have nothing to do so XD yeah I GOT TWO SPRING BREAKS I HATE THIS
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