Dear Anxiety.

Sometimes, you sweep me off my feet. I mean, literally. I wish I knew how to stand on my own without trembling like a leaf betwixt your grip. As you tighten your hug I wonder why I let you build a cocoon inside of me. My eyes dart from across cozy corners at a cafe…

Feeling isn’t mutual.

Have you ever seen a pretty girl in the café, ordering the same drink as yours and you are like ‘We have so much in common, already’? Well, that is just fatal attraction. Don’t worry about that. You will get over her in no time. But this particular girl, you have met more than twice…