All the damn time.
“hey what’s wrong”
“what?”
“you look sad. I thought we were having fun? did i offend you?”
“huh? oh, no, thats just how my face looks”
Tag: me
packs 2 hours before leaving for a trip
unpacks 3 months after coming home
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good
my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen
me: but its dark and scary
GOING TO CLICK ON A NEW TAB AND ACCIDENTALLY EXITING OUT OF THE ENTIRE WINDOW
that shitty feeling when you wanna go out & be social, but once you’re out, all you wanna do is be back at home
apologetic notes for the socially inept
Sometimes I want to apologize for not being able to talk to people like a normal human being. So I made these.
I hate being told to do something I was already planning on doing
like I was all about doing this task, and then you told me to do it and now i am annoyed and this task is now 300x less likely to be completed
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
