“Basically,”, says one of my besties and wise woman of the forest, “Your anxiety is actually a tiny weeny cat bitch in your head called Shahaznay and Shahaznay basically wants you to hate yourself and tells you everyone hates you and thinks you’ve been a dick. But, then, what you have to do it be like, ‘Shahaznay get the fuck real love.’, and realise that maybe that person ain’t replied because they’re busy or maybe that person has reacted like that because they’ve got an anxiety bitch cat also. Or maybe they’re tired and stressed with their shit job.
And then it makes you feel good.
Because you realise you’re bang tidy and Shahaznay is a wanker.
The end.”
She speaks the truth.
Listen to her.
