Anxiety
I struggle with things that are as easy to others as breathing.
Like breathing. Like answering the phone. Or sending that email I have been meaning to for weeks.
I panic when I am asked out to dinner, even if it’s with someone I really want to see.
It’s hard for me to commit to anything, and when I do, I overthink it until my brain tells me I have made a mistake, like a rat caught in a maze, trying to claw its way out.
I don’t know why I am like this. People ask me why I can’t do anything without jumping through a thousand thoughts, like hoops. But sometimes I wonder if my inability to function in the real world is really such a bad thing. I wonder if that’s why I’ve spent so much time sheltered in my imagination.
And because I can’t live in the real world, I create worlds to belong to. And I wonder if the very thing I’ve always been told is my weakness, has all along, been my strength.

Youth
You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night—this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself. And even though some days you wish your world would stop spinning for a second, to let you catch your breath—believe me, someday you’re going to look back on this and you’re going to miss this feeling

Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much

The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do

It Was Love
It was the mood of the time, the feeling of forever. The sense we could live and die by our word and never regret a thing.
You were so in love with everything when I walked into your life, all I wanted was to be part of that.
But you couldn’t say it was love, could you?
You couldn’t say it wasn’t, either