when someone you hate starts talking and you just
LOOK AT WHAT THEY FUCKING DID TO BOB THE BUILDER
I AM FUMNG WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
SMUG ASS STEPDAD LOOKING ASS LITTLE SHIT
The only time I like driving with my mum in the car is seriously only when she picks me up and I drive home and she falls asleep the second I get on the main road.
Now that’s the stuff that dreams are made of.
The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.