You can become instantly quieter amongst a crowd. Usually, crowds are not your thing and you can become a bit anxious in them. You would rather stay quiet and in your own head than ever have to make nice small talk with a stranger.
“If you can’t handle me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best.”
Nothing else matters in this moment, not the nagging fire in my calf muscles nor the tightness in my lungs, begging for me to stop.
You will keep making mistakes no matter how hard you try not to.
Words matter. To all of us. My only wish is that somehow, some way, I could give those same words once given to me to every young boy and girl.
Learn that the amount of likes you get on a photo should never determine how good or how bad you feel about yourself that day.
We know we are in the wrong, yet we convince ourselves it is not a big deal.
It’s not because I don’t like you or because I’m obsessed with myself. It’s neither, and jumping to either of these conclusions simplifies a question that transcends the boundaries of your knowledge of introverts.