Dear anxiety,
You suck. Seriously. You've been plaguing me since I was just a kid and I am truly and fully sick of it. You've made me doubt every single decision I have made for years and made me miss out on so many wonderful opportunities because you've made me believe I'm not good enough.
You have put me through so many panic attacks, sleepless nights, and late night walks. I hate to be the one to say it (oh wait, no I don't), but I think we should see other people. I'm tired of letting you control my life, and having friends look at me with concern when I start freaking out over completely mundane things. I want to find myself, and figure out a life without you. It's not personal... okay, well that's not true, this is very personal, and you make my life suck.
I'm just tired of going about my life looking calm and normal, while in my head, you've got me like
You've got to understand that it's not so fun. I'm getting tired of wondering if people are starting to see the cracks in my walls of normalcy and that my mind is mostly just a gif of Donald Glover screaming. I mean, I know in a lot of ways, I've adjusted to the Hell I'm living in because of you, but it's just not healthy.
Look. Long story short we've had a... well it wasn't nice, but we've had a run together. I'm done, and you're just going to have to accept that. You're no good to me, and I need to take care of myself. I'm looking out for me. You've tried ruining me, and some of my friendships. I'm just not into the clingy, over attached type and want to be left alone. I've got a life to live.
Yours truly,
Megan























