Big Mushy Happy Lump

I also think that the world doesn’t hear me sometimes. Literally! Apparently, I have a very quiet voice, even if it doesn’t sound so quiet in my head

Due to the OverThinking and whatnot, I tend to misunderstand the world’s signals. I have trouble taking things at face value, and often jump dramatically to conclusions that usually aren’t true

I also didn’t really understand what it was that cats did that made them so great. From what I gathered, they sat around the house and occasionally knocked things down. And people photographed their cats doing this. Oh boy, did they photograph.

I always imagined that cats were the Paris Hiltons of the pet world: They didn’t quite deserve all the attention but they got it anyway

I have a very quiet voice, even if it doesn’t sound so quiet in my head.

I think the most important thing I’ve learned, however, is that being social is supposed to be fun. I tend to forget this when I’m curled up in a ball, alone in my room, avoiding everything. I’m trying to remember that the point of seeing friends is to enjoy their company, not worry about their every opinion or every small misstep I take.

This is how I would apply the “I don’t care” power in real life. Take, for example, awkward silences. I’ve been reminding myself that they really aren’t a big deal, and they happen to everybody. An awkward silence here or there isn’t the end of the world

In general, I’ve been trying to say yes to more things. It’s not easy when you’ve been making excuses all your life.

When someone doesn’t like being social, many people will assume it’s because they don’t like people. But that’s not necessarily the case. I’m often eager to at least try to engage; it just doesn’t always work out

e has resting bitch face.” Which was a big surprise to hear. Inside I feel as harmless and bubbly as a puppy.

Finding the sweet spot is harder than you might think. There are a lot of bad sweaters in this world.