The thing with anxiety is not that I need to know that I'm loved every time.
The thing with anxiety is I need someone to make us at least feel like someone cares, even when at that time I can't respond you really well.
I tend to overthink and anxious of petty things, simply because I feel like I'm not worth of anything.
Once I feel like people don't care about me, I feel like the world is ending. I keep thinking about what's wrong with me, about whether I don't do things right.
Well the thing with anxiety is not that I need to be attention whore to get everyone cares but,
I just need very few people, to sincerely be there for me; even though it's hard.
Believe me, it's silly; about what I'm anxious, fear about; about what I overthink.
But it's just the way I see myself.
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