This doesn't really has anything to do with social anxiety, I just wanted to ramble a bit about this day.
Y'all can skip this and wait for the next chapter when you don't want to read this:)!Cussing included.
First off, it started that I needed to walk alone to the train station. I usually go with my brother, the place is always flooded with people when I'm alone. I really hate it.I got back a bad grade.
And a thing that pissed me really off was: My sketch block got stolen in school.
I have it for Art, because I really like drawing in this block, but it got just stolen.
There were private things as well in there, so I'm really fucking pissed at that.It's not even like it was something expensive.. everybody could afford this shit. I mean literally almost Everyone in my school has really expensive clothes, and then they are to lazy to Buy a fucking block?
I hate this school, I just hate these people. Most of them are so disrespectful and little shits.My IPhone was also stolen once. Like, I understand people that want a new phone? But they sent it to fucking India. To an man that tried to hack my email. Idk what he's gonna do with it since it had a password.
Then people that I don't even know,think they could just touch my hair?
My hair isn't even really long or pretty.Sorry but I just really wanted to ramble.
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Social Anxiety
Non-FictionI just want to ramble about Social Anxiety, experiences, bad things, and stuff like this. My english is really bad, so sorry.