Cuchculan
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On the first day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: The strong urge that I am going to screw everything up.
On the second day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Two panic attacks during a final review.
On the third day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Three unrequited loves and obsessive tendencies.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Four impulsive decisions that I'll regret for the rest of my life.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Five nights of insomnia and sleep apnea.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Six extreme amounts of family obligation and forced conversation.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Seven too many holiday parties with family you've met once.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Eight cases of body dysmorphia caused by too many Christmas cookies and societies' beauty expectations.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Nine hours of running around the mall bowing down to consumerism.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Ten entire days of hiding in my room, avoiding society and listening to Christmas music.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Eleven instances of disappointing everyone I know.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Twelve years of remembering that everything is temporary, and we are all going to die.
On the second day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Two panic attacks during a final review.
On the third day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Three unrequited loves and obsessive tendencies.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Four impulsive decisions that I'll regret for the rest of my life.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Five nights of insomnia and sleep apnea.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Six extreme amounts of family obligation and forced conversation.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Seven too many holiday parties with family you've met once.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Eight cases of body dysmorphia caused by too many Christmas cookies and societies' beauty expectations.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Nine hours of running around the mall bowing down to consumerism.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Ten entire days of hiding in my room, avoiding society and listening to Christmas music.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Eleven instances of disappointing everyone I know.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my anxiety gave to me: Twelve years of remembering that everything is temporary, and we are all going to die.
Not laughing at your anxiety, of course, but at how spot on this is ...