anxiety

so my anxiety and I have what some people might call a friends-with-benefits relationship we have no love for each other but she still just like fucks with me sometimes we moved in together some years ago we have inside jokes like when I say I'ma go talk to that person over there my anxiety looks at me and is like bitch please my anxiety is the reason I didn't talk to you she's possessive she doesn't like me talking to other people she's irrational because of her I'll take the long way to my building to avoid someone I already passed by twice because I don't know if it's acceptable to say hey a third time because of her I don't correct people at restaurants who get my order wrong I

just eat it because you know maybe a

sweet potato fries are what I wanted but

the broccoli you gave me is what I needed thank you