ANXIETY. I think I was born to worry. About everything. Every damn detail of my life. How much Coke should I fill this styrofoam cup with? Should I say hi to this girl I've known for a year? Should I watch this stupid rerun of Friends? Should I eat this piece of chicken? When does it end? The worry never stops.
It's an obsession, an endless cycle of mind torture, and it absolutely controls my life, like a tyrant in my mind, like Big Brother who's always watching what you do and what you say. So, Annette, does Big Brother approve of what you're doing right now?