so last time I wrote, I started to talk about my brain. And self esteem. It gets deeper and darker with this next post. Some horrible things happened, and I don’t normally tell people these kind of things for a fear of sounding melodramatic or really full of myself. Read part one here
So where I left my story last time was a bit of a crap cliff hanger. I got over-whelmed with writing, and this information needs to have it’s own space. Some of you may know, that I have bouts of anxiety and that I have a massive panic about life from time to time. There are two main reasons for it. The next two posts about this kind of run at the same time, so I’ve done a Game of Thrones and written two instalments.
You remember that when I moved here, I used to try to buy friendship. I tend to think that I am human trash; and basically everyone around me is just putting up with me. I always think, that one day, I am going to be so annoying that everyone will just leave and I’ll be back to where I was before. Desperately wanting for people to like me that I just buy them whatever to keep them around.% | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | %