I hate when I'm in public in mixed company of my friends or family and I hear one of them say,
"Oh, she's just shy."
When I'm seemingly shocked that one of them talked to me.
I am not shy. I have social anxiety. A deer in headlights is not timid. Oh, no, no, no.
I'm afraid.
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Poems
PoesíaJust a collection of poems I wrote, most have darker themes, so here's your angst/trigger warning if you need it. I write these on a pc so if the format looks weird on your phone that's probably why.
