My anxiety causes me to be a people pleaser. My anxiety causes me to take the picture and sign my autograph and say its a good one. But underneath that anxiety is a deep, unearthed combination of feelings that I fear to face. I fear that Im bitter. Im too young to be bitter. Especially as a result of a life that people supposedly envy. And I fear that I resent my mother. The person I have lived for. My idol. My role model. My one true love.

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy