Some days just seem like an enternity to me. They start fast, won't give me time to breathe, then drag out painfully long until I almost fall asleep but I don't because I almost have a fucking anxiety attack over the possebility of oversleeping the next day. Almost always I don't, but when I do, my parents get so angry at me, they think I do it on purpose, but I don't. It's not my fault if my head won't shut up. I'm so afraid of negative reactions, when I make a mistake I just want to curl into a ball and hide from everybody. It's awful. I am stressed a lot, feeling almost..anxious. It confuses me, like at lot of things do. I was even scared to use 'anxiety' in my text in case anyone gets offended and hates me. I don't want to offend people, I just don't know any other word for this dreading feeling, the shaking and the nervousness.
New chapter as always! I hope you like it, although I have a feeling that nobody cares for these texts anymore..
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When Darkness enters my mind
PoetryLate night spirals of thoughts and worries Trigger warning: If you are sensitive towards constant mentioning of dark, depressing topics then you might not enjoy reading this.
