Don’t allow anyone to say they “love you.”
Without feeling that love.

Seconds after the kill
And I’m at peace
If I close my eyes
I might just sleep

Sometimes I want to live like a ghost whereby nobody sees me, but I exist in flesh and blood, only invisible to the naked eye.

You are the ghost I chose to haunt me.

The hardest battle is getting back to who you used to be. Sometimes you just have to accept you lost a part of yourself and the pieces will never fit again.

Anxiety does not possess logic.

I am as an unloved as my works are read.

Anxiety sufferers don't believe the world evolves around them, but devolves around them.

Weekend? Anxiety does not know of days off!

It amazes me how much I let my mind wander to the clouds. I build up a friendship or a lover. The crash back to reality is almost unbearable.