Author: suchasinistergame

Current mood: tired. A little sad for no apparent reason. Worried (not anxious – too tired to be anxious, it’s more a general feeling of potential doom). Not Quite Right-ness. 

CAN I JUST FEEL WELL PLEASE (tho ngl these days I deal much better with the crazy brain-feelings than the horrible body-feelings). 

Speaking of body-feelings though, I guess I feel up to writing a bit more of this fic >.>

Being acutely anxious is kind of like being drunk. You ramble on, trying to sound normal, then you look back and everything is sort of blurry and unreal and you’re like, wtf was I talking about? And you genuinely have no idea if anyone noticed you acting weird. :S I think the worst fear I have about being anxious when you’re around others is making them anxious as well by giving out anxious vibes D: It’s a big part of the reason I like doing stuff alone – no-one can see you freaking out… :S