What if it doesn’t matter if I’m scared of people?
Seeking comfort in the space between the split infinitive:
I think she really likes to be alone,
I think she really wants to be liked,
But the white noise from the collective makes me want to run.
Conversation where no...
Indescribable pain in my heart and in my mind
My mind so over occupied sometimes forget to breathe
When the darkness descends I create distance from my friends
The actions I displayed during my times of desperation
It was during one of our drives that we stopped at a local antique shop. We share a love for rummaging around antique shops, finding all kinds of treasures, only being ill, takes most, but not all, of the joy away.