I hate this stupid shit. I am so anxious!
I get depressed because I'm anxious and
I'm anxious because I'm depressed.
It is a never ending cycle.
Your mind goes on and on and on and it never stops.
It imagines every possible chaotic thing that could happen to you.
The image plays and plays; you can't stop it.
Literally, it is like watching a train wreck and you can't look away.
You want to, but you can't.
There are times when I lie awake in my bed counting the particles in the ceiling.
The bloody particles one by one...
I drift off into sleep, yet I'm still counting them beh