Anxiety

A thousand eyes on me, what am I doing wrong? Is it the way I dressed, or am I not enough? What if it gets bad? Am I going to die? I can't take rejection, this is going to be embarrassing. Can I see what you are doing? I just don't want to be the only one. How many people are going? What if I'm alone? That's a bold move, aren't you afraid to mess up? What if people don't like me? I'm going to be bullied. What's anxiety? ... Really?

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