The Motions of Anxiety
A warm nauseating feeling in my stomach tells me something is wrong. I reflect on the day and think back to conversations that I may have slighted someone during... Yet, nothing comes to mind. However, my heart begins to pick up pace. People tell me I'm a good person, but I feel as if I have committed treason against those who love me. I'm trying to put my finger on a nonexistent bill I forgot to pay. I begin to sweat, I want to scream but in this social setting it's unaccept