Tuesday, December 1, 2009


My anxiety makes me a total self-absorbed person. The idea of people talking about me when I am not around has entered my mind and caused great pain. Because nobody has anything better to talk about then me, right?
I say it out loud and I realize the ridiculousness of my statement of "They are talking about me," but this preexisting condition makes it hard to shake.

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