If I haven't mentioned it already, I have this little thing that we call social anxiety. The web definition is: Social anxiety is the fear of social situations that involve interaction with other people. You could say social anxiety is the fear and anxiety of being negatively judged and evaluated by other people. It is a pervasive … Continue reading Words from hell
What's the point? I started this blog almost a year ago. It was an outlet because I could feel myself falling into a slump. I couldn't crawl my way out of it and I thought that blogging would help. It did. At first. Now, it's gotten too much. The constant urge to update regularly, the way … Continue reading what’s the point? | Random Thoughts #37
I'm baaaaack! [ETA: Terrible news about Barcelona. I wish that shit like this wouldn't happen to innocent people. 🙁] 1. Work is still shit, but hey, money is money. Anyway, last week I ran out of sweat pads! Or dress shields, whatever you call them. I tend to sweat BUCKETS at work because there's no AC … Continue reading sweat and boobs|Random Thoughts #36
Mood See this post. Shit that happened So I was at the butchers and I gave my order and made sure to avoid eye contact because they are always creepy. I looked up around the time that it should have been ready and I saw the guy serving me blowing kisses through the mirror. I was … Continue reading i’m trying | Random Thoughts #28
I have a new category called Angry Thoughts. It was just a matter of time. First post will be on its way. Random Thoughts is emptyyyy. I've been saving Bob's stories to watch them over the weekend. Luckily, I've either missed some or he's been quiet. Which is good because I think he was running … Continue reading the worst part about crying
You know, I used to be that girl who talked to everyone all the time, everywhere before I got burned out. I was trying to be too many things to too many people and in the end, I ran. I ran like someone just told me that they'd seen stacks of cash in the near … Continue reading Hiding away from the world
Right now, I have the words but not in any any form of coherency, so I'm going to let the internet do it for me. To anyone else who feels like this, we're all the the sort-of-not-the-same but equally as fucked up boat. It sucks. Anxiety is a bitch.