i think my social anxiety is killing who i am. its getting to the point that i dread going to pick up groceries or even go browse a stupid store (could really use a new pair of shoes )..just cant. might run into someone from uni. and then they’ll ask hows life, what you been up to? i dont know what to tell them. i’ve been doing some pro bono work from home, i workout, walk the dog, talk to the nice neighbor downstairs (if im lucky and i see him) and clean and make dinner for hub to come home in the evening. i changed the dirt for the aloe veras. hub falls asleep early and i love him (and the dog) but i feel like im dying. i dont know myself anymore. i miss being missed. i miss my old friends. i hate this fucking town.
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