I have an anxiety disorder.
It's not a normal one.
It makes me sick when I'm in huge crowds,like really sick.
It's worse when I eat,but I'm not anorexic or bulimic,it's just my disorder.
My mom thinks it's all in my head, so she takes me to huge partys and everything.
She watches me freak out, and gets mad when we have to leave early.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
