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Anxiety
I don't exist .... I mean my body is here but my soul and mind is not. I look at myself everyday wishing to be somebody else. I can't sleep...I can't sleep...
Maybe if I drink more I will feel more comfortable. Meeting new people and talking to people is scary. Trap thoughts locked on negative outcomes. Everybody is looking at you because for some odd reason you are sweating. My heart is racing, I can't breathe. Maybe I'm cursed ... Yes that's it !!! Judgements of others is making me feel worse!
Breathe. ...
Breathe...
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