My anxiety is my best friend.
We do everything together.
See, when I go to a social gathering my anxiety is kind enough to accompany me.
I mean, when I fear negative evaluation from other people, my anxiety is the only one who will console me.
It will let me know when that guy over there who is probably just laughing at a joke his friend made, is actually laughing at me.
You know, he probably hates me although we have never actually spoken...
My anxiety is my best friend.
See, when I am just sat on the bus minding my own business, my anxiety will let me know that the reason why no one is sitting next to me is because, well, no one likes me.
I mean, the bus is filled with strangers, who do not actually give a damn enough about me to waste their energy disliking me, but my anxiety is kind enough to let me know when I am being socially rejected. Although i am not really trying to be social. I mean it's just a sit right?
But, my anxiety is my best friend.
It doesn't lie to me. It never Lies to me!
When I am speaking to someone my anxiety will let me know when I am making too much eye contact or not enough eye contact. You see, according to my anxiety too much eye contact will make the person think that I am in love with them and not enough eye contact will make them think that I hate them. Do I?...
Sometimes I question our friendship, because it seems like my anxiety does not want to share me with anyone else.
But I am probably just overthinking because my anxiety is my best friend.
My anxiety is my only friend.
My anxiety is my best friend.
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