On days where I feel anxious, it feels like I am just killing time until it’s reasonable to go to sleep.

The minutes and hours tick by but nothing is accomplished. I look up from my computer screen and thirty minutes have gone by, but I don’t even remember it happening.

I came to the library today in an attempt to outrun my anxiety, but it is absolutely not working. I feel so sick today.

My insides are being squeezed from the inside. As usual.

I wish I knew why.

I wish this wasn’t my existence.

Tell me, what do you want? What is is that you are anxious about? Tell me, so I can fix it. Please.

Please.