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“I’m annoyed. She was dumb, but she didn’t deserve that.” “I still can’t believe you dated that.” Axel is tense. I know his coping mechanism is chatting when he’s edgy. I groan. “I didn’t date her, I fucked her. There’s a difference.” Jackson, sitting beside me, is quiet. His jaw is tight, hand resting on his thigh in that death-grip way he has when he is two seconds from shattering his own kneecap just to feel something. “I can’t help that the girl got obsessed,” I smirk. “Sometimes these good looks are a curse.” That’s me … my defense … making jokes when I’m anxious.

“And instead, I got a boy who called me boring and a best friend who called me dramatic while she had his dick in her mouth.” I choked. “God. Why do I talk like this.” I started laughing again, but it was the manic kind, like the cry was too deep and too sharp so it turned into a giggle halfway through. “I’m a mess. I’m a full disaster. I’m going to end up in someone’s group chat as a meme. ‘Girl loses it after pulling ex’s pants down.’ I bet someone’s editing it right now with an Afrobeat track in the background. I bet Marcus is still inside trying to fix his underwear.”

to divert myself from this never ending saga of her and her thoughts I thought of scrolling through F******k and laughing at memes. Just as I thought , soon I felt relieved and my heartbeats became normal as I laughed at memes, but she never left my mind. subconsciously i kept having doubts like what must be she doing now, where she would be sleeping and how, or is she chatting with her boyfriend ? I don't think so, because the nervous look on her face when my friend asked her about boyfriend was evident that she isn't used to those boyfriend-girlfriends terms. Suddenly I wanted to see if she was on F******k or not. I promised myself that I won't send her friend request as it will make me lo

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

I nodded my head he went inside I took my laptop out and started researching regarding alexithymia, insomnia, anaphia and spectrophobia seriously is there any other disorders left on world everything is in him only more than humor I feel pity for him how can someone suffer this much oh god anaphia means one can't feel touch of others how pitiful is this, alexythemia means cant have any kind of emotions, insomnia means sleeping disorder, spectrophobia fear to look their reflection in mirrors poor him facing so much that too alone

I ask, suddenly hyperaware of my own body and mind. “Well, both the instances you mentioned had something to do with your memory loss,” Dale points out, “Panic attacks are normally caused by a sense of impending doom that overwhelms you. Anxiety and elevated stress are the main causes if it’s not an underlying health condition. The latter is not the case, I examined your body multiple times. It has to be anxiety induced by you trying to access your buried memories, which is clear in the first case.” “What about the second case?” I question, “I just saw a cliff.”

The naivety both of them practiced to the insanity of this whole situation was infuriating. "How about nothing? I haven't seen him asking you to do anything at all. You're the one who gets all menstrual moody and acts impulsively. Your anxiety is not good for your health. Oh! I also propose meditation. Trust me, the people preaching that shit are not joking." I couldn't believe this man and at the same time I had to agree with him.

Just thinking about the fall sends shivers of fear down my spine. My panic has now shot up to the roof and my fingers are fidgeting uncontrollably. My legs fold and unfold repeatedly over each other and I feel like I am about to explode due to the anxiety I'm feeling. "Stop fidgeting," Grumpy's voice cut through the fog of my fear. "I'm sorry. I—." I pull my lips in between my teeth to stop me. Why am I apologizing again? "Worrying will not do anything. Be calm." He says it so flatly, as if we are discussing the weather, not racing toward a tragedy in the making.

**XANDER** I have been feeling anxious in the past few days. You know that feeling you get when something is about to go wrong? Like a complete sense of doom. The calm before the storm. Whatever you may call it. I've been feeling all of that. You may say I have gotten paranoid. I was suspicious of everything and everyone. Waiting for soemthing to just go wrong but nothing has happened yet. Adriana seems calmer. She even smiled at me this morning.

Anxiety wracks me, resulting in my heartbeat to begin to speed up. They both look at each other, clearly talking through a mind link. I didn’t even know that demons could speak through mind links like wolves. My anxiety spikes when they continue talking for what seems like foreve,r but was probably only a few minutes. What if they reported back to their King what I had just told them? I begin to nervously fidget with my fingers in my lap, biting my bottom lip with my teeth.