we almost became something. and you almost loved me and i almost loved you. we almost made it, but almost isn’t enough. i guess they were right when they said that almost was the saddest word in the world because you were my almost and now you’re gone and i don’t know what to do with myself.
Having anxiety isn’t just feeling anxious, it’s caring so much of what others think that you live in constant fear. It keeps your mind racing on small things that aren’t even a big deal. It is a battle against you and your caring mind.
Relax. Breathe. It’s okay, you have time. Take it day by day and allow things to unfold as they’re meant to. Your life will happen according to its own timing, and you will become the person you’re meant to be.