Anxiety in the morning is like being thrown into the deep end of a pool and being told to swim, with your nearest and dearest watching from the stands. There they all are, cheering you on, but you're doggy paddling and panicking because your feet can't touch the bottom. You don't want to disappoint them so you just keep on going, as your muscles start to ache and your lungs hurt with their tireless demand for oxygen. You don't want them to be annoyed so you struggle on to make up for your lack of competence.
I'm really not feeling like breakfast this morning.
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Rambling Writings (+ Shorts)
RandomMy more emotive thoughts turned to writing will be put here. These works may at time be very personal, so although I will not place a 'mature content' restriction on this book, I will advise you that these works may contain: - Ideologically sensitiv...
