Why is she looking at me?
Is my hair messed up??
Is there something on my face?
Oh god why did she make that face....
Am I that weird and gross?
Why is everyone looking at me...
What did I do. Did I say something wrong??
Oh god do they know my secret?
I hope they keep it....
Anxiety: they think your weird....they know your secret....they hate you.
Depression: no one likes you....they are just pretending...you ARE alone.
NO! No....no.....they don't...right they
don't hate me...right??
They don't know my secret.
-closes eyes-
I am not here.
Please let me disappear.
-opens eyes-
Depression: see I told you you were alone.
