She’s seen too much.
She’s heard too much.
Thunderstorms of hatred and anger rumble furiously between her ears. Surrounding her are people who don’t quite understand what it’s like to be left alone with thoughts as violent as hers.
Anxiety isn’t just a word to her. It’s a monster. A cruel being that likes to rip your heart and squeeze it dry, sit on your chest so you struggle to breathe. Gasping for air as she sits there. It blows its icy breath.
The smell of fear intoxicates her. Crumbling into fragments of what’s left she trembles.
She’s seen too much.
She’s heard too much
- Anxiety freak
