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I have this talk with my friend. It made me tell him some stuffs.

He asked me why I feel threatened by my classmates. I said I feel detached.

He told me it’s not too late. I told him I don’t want this side of me die. If it dies then I’ll die.

Isn’t it mad? I’ve been living with my anxiety for so long that it became me. So if it dies, who will I become? Who will I see in the mirror. Who am I?

It’s funny how I always tell my anxiety how much I hate  her but I actually don’t want her out of my life.

Everyone has something unique in them but me? I have nothing. It might sounds crazy but I want anxiety to devour me. I want to drown in insanity. And maybe that’s the answer for this empty shell.