Anxiety. Anxious. Blah. I’m hungry as fuck.

I feel like my friends don’t like me the same when I want to do something. I feel like I have no one to do it with. 

Am i really different? Have I changed as much as they make me feel?

Am I unrecognizable by my actions now? 

What if I’m growing into an adult that I don’t like? 

What if I’m not as nice as I think I am?

It feels isolating thinking and rethinking and exhausting. What if I’m overthinking? 

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