Yeah, I guess you’re right. I didn’t put it the right way. I do enjoy being alone a little too often. But you know, I’m just saying there are times I don’t but I can’t help myself. I don’t know if I would go so far as to call my situation social anxiety but I guess I’m somewhere in between. Thank you for your advice though, it really means a lot, especially that you took the time to message me.
Spoiler alert: There are none.
Being an introvert quite honestly sucks. Combined with the social awkwardness and shyness that surrounds me, makes me feel like shit most of the days.
It’s like when you have this perfect idea of something in your head, but you lack the drawing skills or writing skills to put on paper.
It’s when you feel like you’ve got so much to give, and you only need people to take the time to get to know you. But they don’t. Because you can’t make yourself appeal to them. You don’t know how to make an impression. And you sit and wonder why, because you know that if they got to know you, they’d see you for who you really are, and you feel it’s something they’d like.
But you can’t do it because it’s like those ideas you never put on paper.
No one will ever see them.
No one will ever see you.
Because you don’t know how to make them see.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
my dad kicked my brother out of the house for a week because of this stupid game
Oh my bad then. Wasn’t paying attention. Thanks for your insight. :)
This is the kinda beautiful shit i desperately need in my room.