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“The Breakfast Club”

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people treat you differently once they know somethings wrong with you

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no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing

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I like myself best when I am alone. I can rarely tolerate the person I am around others, and often leave social events feeling faintly disgusted by the fool that hijacks my body when I am expected to converse and socialize. I say things I don’t mean and that aren’t important, because I have to say something, but my words and actions take the shape of something I don’t recognize as myself. I wish that I could be quiet when I cannot be wise, and strike some balance between distant, uncomfortable moodiness and complete buffoon. I think that’s why I prefer to express myself in writing.

I enjoy socializing, sometimes, but it often leaves me feeling… diminished. I suppose every circus needs its clown.

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“you’re so polite!” thank you i have anxiety

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Being told you’re appreciated and missed is everything. The little things mean a lot

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