The panic of a text

My phone buzzes and I see your name.


The content doesn’t matter. I’m already spiraling into unforgivable anxiety. My day ruined before it even begins.

All it takes is a 2 word text and the images are back..replaying over and over. My heart can’t slow down even if I beg it to.

A two word text:

“Watcha doing?”

It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. I wasn’t thinking about least for a moment, and now I am.

I don’t want to think about you…PLEASE stop thinking about me.

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