He loves me like he's never going to let go.
As a child, nothing made me want to grow up more than the negative thoughts that constantly tormented my mind. I have always been known as quite the worrier by my entire family. My parents discovered my high levels of anxiety from a very young age. This became fairly apparent when I used to scream and cry almost every day before getting on the bus, practically making myself sick. My blatant terror of human interaction became clear when my excited mother and father asked if I wanted to go to Disney World and my response was, “Definitely not. There are too many people, and I could die on those rides!” There are no words to describe how low my parents’ jaws dropped when they heard that response come out of their Disney Princess-obsessed nine-year-old’s mouth. Little to their surprise, this constant feeling of anxiety that I had always experienced never once wavered as I grew older. Even as a middle school student, I despised waking up during the week because it meant that I had to do the unthinkable: socialize. The day I decided to step out of my comfort zone to be a real teenager was the day that I would come to regret for the rest of my life.