Sometimes I think that I know myself; that I understand my cultural and social identity; that I comprehend the world around me, its people and its rules—but I know that it is all a lie.
In reality I do not know anything—at least just yet—life has not even started for me.
I live in a bubble. I try to pop it, but...read more.
Anxiety about my anxiety...
10 years ago
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