I’m at the point now where, if I see my effort isn’t being reciprocated, I will pull back. I’m not gonna chase after anyone like they’re a celebrity, or beg and yearn for someone’s attention. I have value too.
If you always take days to reply, I’m gonna stop messaging you. If we barely talk except when I check up on you, I’m gonna stop texting first. If you tell me you miss me but never actually do anything to be a part of my life, your words mean nothing to me. If I see you making effort with other people but constantly ignore and sideline me, I know where I stand in your life.
I’m done wasting time and emotional energy on people.
I don't understand something. Why do you seem to make Anxiety out to be not-terrible? I just don't get it. If he's supposed to be a metaphor for actual anxiety, how could the other sides of you treat him like a friend? How could he be shipped with your fanciful side? Actual anxiety is nothing but pain, and for me, the other facets of my brain would want nothing to do with her. I'm not hating on the way you portray things, I'm just confused on how it all plays out in the metaphor.