With me, it isn’t Netflix & chill. It’s Prime & panic.

Don’t worry, nobody noticed the weird thing you did. They’re too busy with the weird thing you said.

Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

I can’t sleep good when I know the food is feeling cold in the fridge.

90% of the things I worry about never happen. Worrying seems to be working.

I can relate to the stock market because I am always about to crash at a moment’s notice.

Me: what can possibly go wrong though. Anxiety: I’m glad you asked.

I just tried on my summer wardrobe. The only thing I managed to get into was a state of panic.

You know you’re an introvert when you want to go home before even leaving the house.

I’ll be like “I’m fine” then shake my leg at 150 mph.

Me leaving the house: I hope I don’t see anyone.

Imagine if spiders giggled when they ran away from us.

Awkwardly stares into the abyss in between meetings.

I’m developing a new fragrance for introverts. It’s called: “Leave me the fuh cologne”.

You can’t scare me; you’re not my credit card bill.

Wish my metabolism worked as fast as my anxiety.

Sorry for being so cringey and awkward. It will definitely happen again.

I can’t even think straight knowing a package got delivered while I’m not home.

Nothing prepared me for how much of my adult life would be spent hiding from people I know at the grocery store.

I’ll be like “it is what it is” and almost vomit from anxiety.

I would go out more if there weren’t any humans out there.

Texting a man first feels like I’m on my hands and knees begging him to talk to me.

I wish anxiety came with french fries.

An Advent Calendar for adults but behind every door is a different kind of anxiety medication.

Any room can be a panic room if you just give me a second.