Part 1
Well that return didn't go well, did it?
If anyone is still here on Wattpad, I hope you guys haven't had it too rough during lockdown. It's Jake here, but if we used a time machine to head back to 2015, I'd be Foxy and also Sky the Wolfox. You might have known me from my story Déjà Vu, which I still am mad at myself for ever creating. I guess I was a really horny and confused teen LMAO
I recently turned 20 only 6 days ago, and life for me has gotten rough over the past few years. I was in college from September 2017 to June 2019, and if I'm honest, it was the worst 2 years of my life. I ended up going to university to study French in September 2019, but due to a combination of my anxiety spiralling out of control and the discovery of my sleep disorder, I had to drop out after not even a month. I guess it was for the best anyway, now that we know Covid is here.
Since then, my anxiety has just gotten worse and worse to the point where the slightest bit of excitement or dread makes me want to vomit. Sometimes, I genuinely do vomit. It's not nice, so I don't go outside at this point because there's nothing out there for me at the moment. I've literally just been living a life on repeat - every day I wake up and it's the same thing over and over again, but I can't change that without my anxiety being such a huge barrier.
As for stories, I don't know if I'll be writing any time soon. Thanks to the bland, comfortable, repetitive nature of my life, I don't really have anything to think about. Quoting Holding Absence, "I live my life inside of this cocoon". Great band, by the way. At least that's one thing that's different - my music taste. During my teens, I was super into EDM like dubstep and house, but I can't bring myself to enjoy those genres anymore. At least, not after March 2020: the day before lockdown.