"See, guys freak out. They hit critical mass and blast nuclear, white-hot anger out over the world like walking flamethrowers.
But girls freak in. They absorb the pain and bitterness and keep right on sponging it up until they drown.
Maybe that’s why nobody’s really worried about girls going off and wreaking havoc. It’s not that the seething hatred and need for revenge isn’t there, hell no. It’s just that instead of erupting and annihilating our tormentors, we destroy ourselves.
"My anxiety makes me feel like a ticking time bomb.
Like I’m about to explode.
Too many things make it hard to breathe.
I’m living a rushed life in a slow world and my panic attacks make it impossible to slow down."