As I meant to focus on my future, their future, all that is good in my life;
I was turned instead to hyperfixating on not only being fearful, but how my anxiety defines me
Why hadn’t the spotlight reached me yet?
Why this medium, now?
Why this anxiety, now?
Do I just need to turn to Spotify to tell me how to feel?
I just need to explode.
Do I need to live alone?
One minute of uninterrupted bliss as I teeter back in forth in my chair, unafraid of death and curious why I hadn’t been using a chair at my desk this whole time.
I don’t remember the line I wrote before this, I don't know the line that will come after,
& there isn’t a backspace button.
Right now there isn’t anxiety,
but there will be,
there will be.
Enough.
Life has been hard enough.
Let’s make it easy now.
