a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

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EVERYTHING LATELY HAS been a blur. Fast pacing and flashing images with occasional sound and clarity was all it seemed like, yet at the same time nothing even felt real, just a privilege. 


Things had been going great for me, and they couldn't be better, to be honest. I hadn't had a panic attack in about two days, which was almost impossible for my type of anxiety disorder. 


I couldn't exactly say that I slept every night with completely blissful, no problem, whatsoever, although I couldn't exactly say I didn't sleep at all. I slept at least two hours a day, which didn't seem much to others, yet the world to me. 


As for my anorexia, I couldn't say that I had been eating three full meals a day, for I would surely vomit all my food out without even trying, because of the sudden feeding. 


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