So I did a photo essay for English this week, and I was really happy with the outcome (even if I’m not sure that I met the requirements or whatever). I did it in poetry format, and let me tell you, presenting it was awful, because it was so short. BUT WHO CARES. I WILL LIVE MY LIFE MY OWN WAY.
All pictures taken by me, so don’t steal or I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
I know the feeling of anxiety very well. Anxiety is the monster under my bed that refuses to disappear, even after I look it in the eye and scream, “Leave!” It surfaces in the most mundane of circumstances and refuses to rebury itself until I finally break down. Anxiety plagues my thoughts and the way I interact with others–the way I live my life. It is a leech I can never detach.
I love coffee. I love books. I love answering questions. Here we go.
(Found this tag floating around the interwebs, and I think it originated here on YouTube. Also, I’ll link to some sort of synopsis of all the books if you wanna check them out.)
