I'm an outgoing introvert.
I don't get offended easily but I am oversensitive
I detest the sound of chewing and I don't know how to filter out noise but supposedly, neither could Charles Darwin, Marcel Proust, or Aton Chekhov. Apparently, it means I could be a "creative genius." It makes me hope originality is in my blood.
I like being alone in the dark doing absolutely nothing. My mom says it's unhealthy I think its the only thing that keeps me healthy.
I have "severe" depression and "extreme" anxiety. One of my biggest fears is that people can tell. I wish I was average.
I spend more time in my mind than in reality, yet somehow I still don't understand my own thoughts.
I "sleep more than anyone I know," my doctor says its because I have a slow heart. I think she meant sad. It beats a gray melancholy tune.
I've never been very good at first impressions... but this is me
