[~constellation~]

This is my anxiety. He doesn't talk, or make any noise what so ever. Instead, he is telepathic. He whispers thoughts into your mind, voicing his fears through you. He is scared of everything, and he lives off of the anxieties that you generate.
Anything can scare him, but few things can drive him away.
Everyone's anxiety is different, too. Different forms, colors, and fear levels. Some may be snakes, or spiders, or monsters that resemble nothing on Earth. This one is my monster.
He has the body of a fox, with three horns sprouting out of his head and long ears. He is the color of sadness because that's what he brings me. He is five feet tall, and large enough to wrap himself around me when I sit down. He trails behind me where ever I go, promising to protect me from the world with his plush fur and gentle words, but all he does is make me fear the world that surrounds me. He makes me want to lock myself away, only so he can whisper more theories and lies into my mind.
He is my anxiety...