"I am too anxious to even leave my house, Sheryll, I'm not plotting to ruin your life. I'm too busy ruining my own."
Seriously though, I am a completely terrified anxious wreck of a person, I am too scared of human beings to even try to manipulate one. Leave your stereotypes at the door. I'm too busy rereading my text messages to make sure I didn't accidentally upset my friends to worry about how you view me.
This is a story about my life, small snippets of what I deem funny, or important, or worthwhile. I'm someone who's mentally ill, queer, disabled, and dealing with a world very much not designed for people like me. I hope you stick around to hear my story. I hope you enjoy the insights I have to offer.
Afterall, this is a story about how the world has hurt me, and a story of how love convinced me to keep going despite it all.
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