Welcome to My Club
A Poem or something
Hello. I am severe generalized anxiety and this is my Niki. That’s how it used to be. It was bad, I’ll admit it. Turns out everyone doesn’t feel like they might die when they go grocery shopping… okay maybe you do now. Welcome to the club. It’s got a shit membership fee and no perks. Oh, and the coffee is always stale but make yourself at home. Is it bad I’m happy to have company?