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?
Just here to write my thoughts