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Wow. Anxiety is fun.



My stomach is in my chest
and my heart is in my throat
and my eyebrows ache
and my breathing is off
and my head is running
and my legs would like to
There are so many people
so many issues
so many appointments
so many disappointments
so many occasions
so many expectations


Why do I get myself into such train wrecks
just to please others?
Seriously?

Ulcers, here I come.