7:21 pm
anxiety; what are you doing?
anxiety; god you're so stupid.
anxiety; if you go, nobody will talk to you anyways. might as well not.
anxiety; don't talk.
anxiety; it's not like anyone will listen.
anxiety; you never know when the ride could break and you could fall.
anxiety; he won't like you, why would he?
anxiety; so ugly and stupid.
anxiety; lose some weight, go to the toilet.
anxiety; ew stop, just stop and put your headphones on..
anxiety; stay quiet, you'll just embarrass yourself.
me; okay...b-
anxiety; nobody cares.
me; but i'm mid senten-
anxiety; they won't notice.
me; ....
anxiety; i told you.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
