Apparently blogging relieves anxiety in teens.
I'm no longer a teen, but I have realized in the last 30 minutes that I have anxiety more than I thought I did...
Everyone worries, obviously, but when do those worries become anxiety? How did I even get anxiety?
It...sucks how much I've changed in the past few years, because I don't like the person I've become. I totally addressed this in my last post. It's so frustrating because I do want to be someone else, someone I've been before, but there's no way I can go back to being that person because I don't feel like putting on a mask and pretending. I've become so much more sad and stoic and boring. I'm in my 20s for God's sake; I should be having the time of my life! But I'm not. I'm always at home, always in front of my laptop, always not talking to anyone in real life, always avoiding the important topics.
...I'm so pitiful.