I don't know much about the world except that it is backwards and people can be thoughtless. But sometimes, on a really sunny day, when a girl is wearing bracelets and lying in the grass imagining what her life could be, all the lips she could kiss, all the coffee she could drink, all the love she could build, the world glimmers. Underneath the sunlight, reflecting off her skin. It glimmers.
Never get mad at someone with anxiety for apologizing a lot. It’s a coping mechanism and yelling only makes it worse. They don’t need tough love or anything like that. Reassurance that they are fine is the most important thing