That’s the gist of social anxiety to me: I love talking, if you get me going I’ll never stop, but even then, there’s a part of me that’s praying you’ll forget I’m there and do all the talking for me.
It turns out, if you’re bad at something at home, you’re still bad at it when you travel.
My greatest fear isn’t heights or the ocean, it’s a dermatologist appointment.
Ladies and Gents, Friends and Strangers, the cold days are here.
Hey everyone there won’t be a blog post from me this week because I am still feeling a bit drained. That and work has picked up so I have less free time to write, which is a good and bad thing. I’m also working…