do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
well, i got an extension on one of my papers.
will i ever be able to get through a semester without having to tell at least one of my professors that i’m missing class/an assignment because my brain is breaking? probably not.
is it bad if i just spend all day crying in this bathroom stall
because that’s where my day is headed right now
well i bombed that interview. so much for getting an internship.
(is it social anxiety or am i just a worthless awkward piece of shit: the life and times of theresa)