Now I know why I never update. I have no idea what to say. Like, I wanna bitch about work, because I feel like if this isn't the place to do it nothing is, but I feel I need to phrase it cleverly. I hate being a writer sometimes. Goddamn perfectionism.
It's amazing how my social anxiety can actually transfer itself to the internet, where I'm supposedly anonymous. And yet, I still find myself trying to be liked by people. And usually, in doing so, I look like an ass.
::sigh:: I feel a little better now, since I'm at least being honest, and not something I'm not.
It's amazing how my social anxiety can actually transfer itself to the internet, where I'm supposedly anonymous. And yet, I still find myself trying to be liked by people. And usually, in doing so, I look like an ass.
::sigh:: I feel a little better now, since I'm at least being honest, and not something I'm not.