Worry, fear, and other synonyms

- If I lowercase my titles, is it unprofessional?

- When my dad tells me to stop worrying, is it because he’s annoyed or looking out for me?

- Will I ever stop worrying?

- Should I have deleted that message to that boy?

- What if that boy checks his notifications and realizes I deleted a message?

- Oh my gosh, my life is over!

- That magazine isn’t going to take my story, why do I keep trying?

- I want to write the great American novel, but I also want to make a living. How do I get around that?

- I’m fourteen with more stress than a thirty year old.

- I took like three tests and am convinced I have like three diseases.

- Yeah, I’m not going to school tomorrow.

- Everybody hates me.

- I just want to send an email without biting every single nail off in worry of something going wrong! That’s not too much to ask, surely.

- Nothing I write will ever be good enough for myself.

- If I romanticize it enough, will I finally dye my hair blonde?

- Am I going to ever win another writing competition? Did I peak at twelve?

- I’m never going to be good enough.

- I can’t think of a good title.

- I already sent the email without including that one detail, so the magazine won’t publish me. Like they were considering me anyway! There wasn’t any money involved either, and I won’t have any money in the future because I’ll be up to my shoulders in student loan debt! The world hates me.

- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

- So, back to sending that email...they haven’t responded, and it’s been over thirty minutes. I’m overreacting. My life is over.

- I just want to be F. Scott Fitzgerald and have college students write essays about me when I’m dead, is that really too much to ask for?

- I’m getting better as a writer, but it doesn’t make a difference because I’m still not getting paid, and Dad said if I don’t make any money off of writing, I’ll have to stop.

- I’m wasting away my life.

- Sometimes, I listen to Ribs by Lorde ’cause I’m a cliche little sad girl and realize that my life is basically going to amount to nothing and I’ve spent my entire childhood worrying about adulthood only to realize it’s here and I’m not prepared.

- I’m anxious because I didn’t use commas in that sentence.

- I didn’t use commas in that sentence! Who am I? Who have I become?

- I want chocolate...