FROM ANXIETY AND I TO YOU
When I'm quiet in a room, it has nothing to do with you...
Really it doesn't, it's just the voices in my head... twisting something you said
Recreating actions you did but in a more twisted way...
Creating absurd scenarios.. but I just can't help it
So if I'm quiet in a room... but I try to smile... it's not that I'm shy or bored...
I'm just dealing with my anxiety and paranoia, so... I'm sorry if I'm a buzz kill or if I don't want to drink anymore for that temporal happiness... is it even?
Or just a mind game the alcohol plays on me... wow well there goes my anxiety again..
Well, These days I like to keep to myself I guess that's what living with anxiety and paranoia does to you..
But I think I'm better off this way... cut of from the world... from too many people..
Just me and my day 1 friends( anxiety and paranoia)
And it's a thin line between knowing if I'm mentally ill or just ... different?
I mean I try to tell people and they think it's the same as their little shyness or little panick attacks sometimes ... no! it's not!
Try living a day in my shoes and you'll see we are nothing alike...
And When I'm left alone... I'm never really left alone...
