Wait, wasn't December 24 a week ago? Does time not exist? Am I going to have to keep being anxious until tomorrow? Do I need to get psychiatric help with my anxiety?
I've never been called out harder by a stranger on Twitter than I was just now by "the neurodivergent urge to hide in the bathroom to take a break from social gatherings."
I'm supposed to hear back from the Shroom team I believe on Friday and it's fucking killing me. Goddamn unreasonable fear of everyone hating everything I do.
Is it a social anxiety thing to say literally anything and be like "oh my god, everyone is going to tell me how much they hate me and don't care about what I have to say"?
I get that me and my dad's real life friend is just as into 80s music as I am but I didn't expect him to show up replying to me when I was replying to FTG of all people.
I'm so fucking desperate for some physical interaction with someone my age. All I want right now is to spend a day with someone who isn't more than ten years older than me that would play Mario Party with me and let me cuddle with them.
God, that story I wrote yesterday is easily one of my proudest works and I wish you could all read it right now. I'm not usually super proud of the things I write but even I think I did a good job.