Go grow yourself a wispy mustache, you pervert, and stay away from my friends, okay?
- Anxiety: THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!
- Me: What is too much?
- Anxiety: THIS
- Me: I am literally sitting at home doing nothing. My only obligation this evening is to take out the trash. Work went well today. What exactly is the problem????
- Anxiety: EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE
- Me: But nothing is happening?
- Anxiety: TOO MUCH
This road is an oh so familiar one
one that she wouldn’t wish
upon her worst of enemies
Her mother always told her,
“I would take away your pain
and suffer for you If I could”
Of all the upset stomachs
and runny noses
this was one that she wouldn’t
let her mother touch,
not one that she would let her near
A mothers love has no end
But neither do these panics
that have me so upside down
that i’m afraid to sleep
zacshy
