I do think that a lot. And I often answer by saying to myself that simpler days ended in 1992, when I started liking boys. I might also say that they ended when I was in high school, during which I had become the brunt of everyone's jokes.
The truth is, however, that simpler days never left. I've had simpler days, but because I have to analyze and catastrophize and obsess about every damn thing, instead of just living the day-to-day, even simpler days become extremely difficult.
Anxiety is a horrible thing, especially when it's chronic like mine. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Just thought I'd get that off my chest. I apologize if it doesn't make sense...
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