Anxious.

I'm a sophomore in college.
I have a 3.0.
I am in the nursing program.
I have a wonderful boyfriend.
I am generous.
I am kind.
I am smart.
I am of average height and weight.
I have dirty blonde hair.
I seem happy; for the most part.

.. well i struggle with anxiety. My therapists think im fine, because i cannot find the words to explain to them that i am afraid of the world, i am afraid of living here knowing that it will eventually come to an end, thinking about the meaning of life and just the universe itself immediately sends me into a state of panic, yes i fear living but i fear dying so much more. I confess that while everyone thinks im getting better, and that these changes i have made are making me better.. inside i feel so much worse and i wish i could be happy for once.

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