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My jumpy mind has anxiety.

 She fears that everything matters. 

The people in the classroom all have it out for me, just to laugh at the stupid shit I write.

 But why? 

Why does she play tricks on me? 

Why does everything matter?

 Why must I turn my music down because I’m terrified someone will think I have bad music taste?

 I’m locked in a cage inside myself and I can’t steal the key back from my jumpy mind. 

Everyday is a new fear whether it’s rational or not. 

She is my worst half. 

My best worst friend.

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