Anime Anxiety Novels & Stories

On the outside of the car, Annie is going to tremble with fear because her boss is still staying there listening and watching them. "Unnie is there something wrong with being a fan? Yor talking like you hate him," "No, it's just that I hate the way you being exaggerated and be worried too much for people just like them, If you are a fan just act like a normal fan no need to work up that much like your girlfriend or what! I mean did he even know that his fan is deadly worried for him did he even do anything to comfort his fan also?! Being a fan is okay as long as you are happy but being obsessed with some famous like them. Did they even know that? No! because they are also busy with their own

Who would want to pick a fight with us when both wolves and snakes are roaming our land ready to kick ass? Safe to say, I’ve had my hands full and in my free time, I’m either spending it with my beautiful animai or going to therapy. Yes, I’m still in therapy. Eric seems to believe I have mild PTSD and possibly Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Step one to fixing any problem is acknowledging there is one. I’d have to be a moron not to acknowledge that I have some problems, but I’m working to fix them and so is Axel. Oh yeah, he just LOVES therapy. If he could bite me, he probably would.

he remarks, making me pout with displeasure at his obvious mockery. “I meant my attitude…” I mutter, looking away from him. He’s watching me intently, but I’m not brave enough to look him in the eye. He takes hold of my elbows and I know I need to say it all properly. “I do it when I’m overwhelmed. I have anxiety and when things get too much, I just need an outlet… I overreact… it’s something I’ve always done and I’m sorry that you’ve been on the receiving end more than once in such a short time… and then just saying sorry after being a bitch isn’t-”

Unconsciously, Ayane wrapped her arms around his neck. "It seems you aren't fond of big crowds." Ryuji said. Ayane sighed and nodded her head. It wasn't much of the crowd itself but the higher risk of humiliation. Ayane suffered through so much humiliation that she feels inferior whenever there are a lot of people who pay attention to her.

“Why do I feel like you won’t meet my eyes? You don’t look at me when you speak to me as well.” Being in close proximity to a strange man made Arianne feel uncomfortable. Every cell in her body was protesting. “It’s… a habit. I have mild social anxiety. I’m usually at home so it’s normal. I have work to do. You can return to what you’re doing as well.”

She wasn’t as afraid now and even felt comfortable enough to smile and nod at Aron, greeting him politely. Aron forced a smile in return but quickly looked away, lowering his head again, looking awkward and uneasy. Annabelle sighed internally. It seemed he had social anxiety, which made him fearful of interacting with others. So, she was afraid of him, and he was afraid of her. Even though she had told herself this, even though this man hadn’t harmed her, being watched from time to time made her uneasy. So, she stood up, gave a polite nod to Aron again, and left the lounge.

“We just talk about normal things when Mr. Anwar comes…” “Normal?” Ayu approached, staring intently at each of their faces. “What kind of normal?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The others quickly added, “Mr. Anwar does often come and greet us. But the topics are always about Miss Anita… we never discuss her or her past.” Ayu examined them each in turn. Her breathing was still heavy, but the look in her eyes slowly changed. She saw the honesty behind their eyes—no suspicious nervousness, only fear from the escalating situation.

Anne sat on the edge of the small bed in her small room, she felt uneasy, it was like something was wrong but she could not figure it out yet. She had just gotten back from work and she was tired but the way she was feeling, overshadowed the tiredness. She began to bite her nails and tap her feet continuously on the rug in her room, while the fingers on her other hand kept tapping her knee at the same time. This, she always did whenever she was anxious and needed to figure her thoughts out.

“They were swimming, interchanging positions, looking like each other… Gosh, Daniel. I was so scared. I thought I would fail the exam I had spent ages preparing for. It was… it was horrible. Then, the voices. Everyone was mocking me, and laughing, and it was like the only thing I could hear. “It felt like my whole life had ended. I read so hard, Daniel. Crushing the exam was the only thing on my mind when I walked into the hall today, but what do I have to show for it? What if I can never read?” Everything came tumbling out of me, and to my surprise, Daniel understood it all. “It’s anxiety. You’ve been stressing yourself, lately. You have a lot on your mind, and have been doing more than you

Also should be an easy one. Now Anthony's might be a little harder. He's got a fear of Butterflies. It's called Leidopterophobia. There are a couple of ways I could do that. Wilson is afraid of having no technology available, it's called technophobia. This is harder for me. Which is why I'm bringing Emily into this. She and Wilson are having some relationship problems. When I asked, she was all on board. As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good.