Thought Catalog

Anxiety

Ever seen a hundred birds in one tiny cage, beating their wings against the bars, their beaks all over the place, maybe even sinking into flesh, as their heads swivel in frantic panic?

I don’t like to go anywhere on my own. If I’m invited to a party, I want to drive there with a friend, so I don’t have to walk through the door alone. I want someone that I can follow around like a puppy dog, someone that will make me feel a little more comfortable.