I hate having social anxiety. It cripples me to no end. The constant self-barraging; the fear of looking or saying something stupid. The internalizing of every look, sigh or chortle – as if everything is directed towards me. 650 more words
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I just booked a trip to Paris because that band I like* is playing there. I’ve never been to Paris before. I went to France on a student exchange 13 years ago, but because it happened literally two days after 9/11 our trip to Paris was cancelled and we had to stay safely in the suburbs, so I’m quite pleased that I’ll finally get to see the city. 645 more words
I’m one of those people.
One of those people who laughs at her own jokes. One of those who does a fake sounding laugh at the end of telling a funny story. 217 more words