June 14. I swore to myself that this year was gonna be the year where I start to take myself seriously. It has been two days and I feel as if my confidence has dwindled down by at least 70%. I put on this "approachable" aura so as to not over-intimidate anyone. I have no idea why, but the complacency I used to possess in the previous year has vanished. I am constantly on edge, anxious and reserved. The air of discomfort is gradually suffocating me. I have lost my voice, and I need it back. I guess this is what isolation does to you. Today, in an environment full of people I truly don't know, I am alone.
