I am so scared about tomorrow, I want to ask you out but I am afraid. I don’t want you to say no, I will not be able to handle being rejected a second time. Th last time I asked someone out it was five years ago, it was so long! But I remember it like it was yesterday, how heartbroken I was when he rejected me. I haven’t forgotten how devastated I was, how upset, I was hurt. I don’t want it to happen again.
Dear anxiety, you have robbed me from living a normal life. You’ve stopped me from resuming some beloved friendships. Stopped me from being able to drive, made me lie to the people I love the most. Made me resent others for finding life easy, made me turn my back on her, when I wanted to reach out. You’ve made me depressed, to the point now where I think life is no longer worth living. I hate you.
I walk around with my head low to try to get you out of my head. I can’t. You don’t care about me, you are supposed to love me and yet you are not interested, I feel disappointed and gutted, like a dark cloud is always raining over me. It never goes away.
Why bother talking to someone if you are not really interested? Why pretend to care, when really you don’t give a crap? Why take someone to the the point where they think they can trust you, for you to so easily act as if you were never friends. Why do you waste my time.
Hi I’m Sandra I’m 21 years old I’m going through a bit of a rough time at the moment. My best friend and old course friends, don’t talk to me I tried to reach out to them countless times over the past year, to no success. What is their problem is with me? Is it because I’m boring and uninteresting? It’s always more one friend who does it at the same time. Hey guess what, you can’t be bothered to talk to me, same to you. I had such a good night yesterday, I saw my good friend and we had a great time just watching a film and hada laugh. True friends are hard to find but when you find them hold on to them!
I am so afraid, so scared to walk in the room today, I want to talk to you but my body physically won’t permit it. I’m; worried, anxious and scared, I think you don’t like me and find me boring and dull and can tell how much I desire you, and you hate me.