I told my mum and my paediatrician that I love music class. But that was before I realised that I wasn’t in the right emotional state to actually complete any work. And so I start missing classes, getting my mum to pick me up early so I wouldn’t have to face my music teachers (one is absolutely terrifying, and the other is so gentle and sweet that I can’t bring myself to go back to mc). I can hardly get any work done in other classes too. It shouldn’t even be that big of a deal. But because of this stupid f****** anxiety, my brain has to repeatedly shove the idea that I’m a selfish a****** down my throat. I f****** hate it. I just want it to stop. I’m only thirteen.