Anxiety doesn't always appear as physical restlessness or endless worrying. Sometimes, it's just silent, brief moments of chaos in your head, except these moments come aplenty, at the most unexpected instances. It comes when you wear your brightest smile, and it comes with you are surrounded by people who love you and whom love you.
Anxiety feels like missed calls you die for someone to return. It feels like shouting for help through texting in a tone that's not your usual, in hope that anyone would notice the difference at all. Because you don't want to be mistaken for wanting the spotlight. All you needed was some attention.
I'm always looking for comfort from someone—someone who sees me eating cake and know that it isn't indulgence, and that something is amiss. What's wrong with cake, you say? You see, I don't eat cake.
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