The thing about anxiety is that you never know how it’s going to fuck up your entire world on any given day. You could wake up feeling the most anxious you’ve ever felt in your life (you’ve finally gone insane this time) and that energy could & WILL affect all of the people you encounter that day. And of course, since you are now insane, everyone totally hates you and wants you gone. Everyone is going to walk out of your life now and it’s because you are nuts/too needy/too shakey/too sensitive and too incapable of expressing the thoughts that are running through your head in a constant loop. And if you actually said any of those thoughts out loud you’d freak them all out anyway. You try to call or text your friends and they don’t respond, and the reason they don’t respond is because there is something wrong with you. Because they are done dealing with your weird shit that is never even real, despite the fact that this time you’ve actually gone insane and it’s really real. And then they are gone, probably forever. And then you become so fucking lonely because you are so fucking alone, and one of your friends tries to contact you and get you to hang out but you can’t leave the house because you’ve somehow made yourself so sick that you can’t be in public, and you don’t want anyone in your house because it’s too-this or too-that due to you being too-something.