9 is the fuckin magic number i cant wait to rant about it when im not drunk
You’ve been biting your tongue for so long that you began to wear your blood as lipstick and all anybody says is how pretty it looks. You decorate your face with your pain and pretend like it’s all part of the masquerade. One day your going to spill your guts and nobody is going to be there to pick them up. I will be there with some string and a needle to sew your secrets shut again.
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”