I can't even.

That can be taken in many ways, can't it?

Well, I'm not planning on taking it in the classic fashion.

I'm making it my own to have a heart to heart with whoever cares to read this.

Anxiety.

A seemingly simple word.

It's different for everyone, though.

Mine comes in many different forms.

Being put in a slightly pressuring situation,

Even being asked a question makes me stress out and shake and sweat.

Don't even get me started on phone calls.

Or if I'm being interrogated.

Anxious people can't pinpoint what causes their anxiety.

Really. So let it go.

I experience anxiety. There's nothing anyone but me can do about it.

So, if I'm put in such situations,

I can't even.

And I get away from the situation- if I don't,

I become like Tohru

and quite literally get sick, 

or other incredibly fun situations- panic attacks included.

Sarcasm intended with the fun part.

So, breaks are good. 

Even if my dad just so happens to yell at me

and ask me what I'm doing with my life.

Cause I know that in due time

"I can't even" 

might become a shadow in the past.

"The anxious people are like, um, car alarms that go off from a little gust of wind, or a leaf, and everyone else are the cars in the street that need a good battering before the alarm goes off." ~ Zoe Sugg