AKA: Being doomed to listen to this mixtape daily even though I know it doesn't actually make any rational sense.
You’re not good enough.
You’re a bad friend.
You’re a waste of time.
Your friends do not love you.
You’re too needy.
You're way too intense.
People are sick of you being around.
What are you doing with yourself?
Why did you say that?
They probably hate you but are too polite to say.
Why can’t you have your shit together?
You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up.
You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it.
You’re letting everybody down.
No one here likes you.
Nobody wants you around.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
Social anxiety means you're always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy.
Writing.
List-making.
Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy).
Doing squats in the kitchen.
Studying until your eyes water and your mind feels like it will explode with something, anything other than the noise.
Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
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