When I was 13, I thought I experienced love at first sight.
When I was 14, I thought love was the best thing in the world.
When I was 15, I learned about loving myself.
Now I’m 16, and I don’t believe love exists.
That’s one way to handle the heat.
I’m never gonna get over Ellen’s face
Social anxiety isn’t “omg I hate people lol I wish I was sleeping and watching netflix!”.
It’s “I want desperately to be able to hang out with people but I hate the feeling of sheer panic and fear I get around them so I don’t/ can’t and it eats away at me every day so I end up just staying home and say I’m sleeping or watching something”
I don’t know what it is but I shut down when I’m around people my own age, I can’t form proper sentences. I still feel like I’m mentally 13 and don’t fit it, here’s a comic I made about it..lol