A logo for a personal blog titled "I am AnxietyGirl," exploring the journey of leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. The logo should capture the essence of the blog's theme with a bold and expressive design, reflecting the rollercoaster of emotions and experiences of anxiety and introspection.

I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.

She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.

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  • November 26, 2020

    I am safe, you are always safe;

    We go back and forth, Constantly sizing me up. His opinion is just that, an opinion. He is no one, he’s nothing. The battles are over it’s time to finish this war. If you’re going to try something go all the way. Otherwise don’t even start. Bukowski

  • November 14, 2020

    Fortitude,

    COURAGE IN PAIN OR ADVERSITY. You’re not dreaming; this is not a test or one of your far-fetched silly fantasies. The dreamer, you prayed would die. And yet every morning, you woke up with that sadistic personality flaw. The dreamer. It never died or took a vacation even when, by all appearances and all logic,…

  • October 30, 2020

    And then they recovered.

  • October 25, 2020

    Say something.

    And I know if you thought about it, you’d never doubt my selfless love for you. My bags are packed. The cold metal of your deadbolt sends waves of sadness and long-overdue relief from the madness that I’ve been addicted to, like a junkie going on 4 years. I wished for him to tell me…

  • October 25, 2020

    Now who’s hiding?

    Now Who’s Hiding? How is it possible after all the things you’ve done, I still want you to love me? Me, I’m going to leave it at that. I have no way to bring nori back for Jack and I have no words regarding retaliation today but with my sweet disposition and a keen interest…

  • October 17, 2020

    The Sadist and the masochist.

    The enlightenment of “Master J” Many, many, chances….. My journeys haven’t been pretty, I “lost” or my petulant side screams “was robbed!!” Of what I thought was my beauty, my goods, my currency, my self-worth. Truth time,…….. I was ugly long before I was acquainted with my aforementioned nemesis, “Mack” There were plenty of opportunities,…

  • October 14, 2020

    Broken is no longer synonymous with my dysfunctional surname.

  • October 13, 2020

    You will not serve my sentence.

    Some moments, I get a reprieve. From your torture, your smile, your sadistically unapologetic pain. I’m reminded, Short-lived reprieve, I’m reminded. I will not stop or rest. You’re my home. There is no rest, for anyone who stands in my way. Until you’re home. The pain offers me the gift of sadistic, motivation. It comes,…

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