I live on the outskirts of town
that is where I choose to be.
Or, at least, I’m comfortable
with no one around me. Continue reading
I live on the outskirts of town
that is where I choose to be.
Or, at least, I’m comfortable
with no one around me. Continue reading
As an introvert that suffers from social anxiety, I reach my maximum people quota quickly. When I do, I need to step away and regroup. Continue reading
Someday I’ll speak my mind.
The words will come and I’ll have my say.
I won’t worry about them later.
I’ll just open my mouth and let come what may. Continue reading
How to begin?
I’ve always been the odd one. The one that hurried to class with her head down because walking in late and having everyone’s attention was unthinkable. Not to mention if the teacher said anything to single me out or heaven forbid, reprimand me. The girl who observed but never participated though she thought she was an active participant. The student who spent a sleepless night the night before school thinking of all the things that could go wrong. The quiet one who never spoke in school but bounced off the walls when she arrived at home. The person who blurred the line a bit much between television or movies and real life. Who knew real people were more than stereotypical characters? Typical villains are not 100% jerks and sometimes the hero of the story leads a quiet and unremarkable life. Continue reading
Looking at my calendar –
Wednesday does not look so pretty.
So many dots in the little square
it is going to be busy.
The thing about suffering from social anxiety is it has made me selfish. Everything is always about me. “Did I say the right thing?” Or worse, “Did I say the wrong thing?” “Is that person looking at me funny? Why is that person looking at me funny?” “Everyone must be mad at me. Nobody likes me because I’m awkward.”