This meme is amusing to me as much as this is starting to be relevant to me. I am a homebody and I like to read. So mainly my life consists of excessive “me” time and rare dates with my girl friends which I am lucky enough to have.
I have friends who I can ask for company if I wish but I don’t ask them out because I’d rather do my thing alone.
Now that I promised myself I’d to stuff I usually don’t do, which includes going out- and LOTS of going out, I can’t invite anyone to go with me. That last sentence fucked me up to mortification. The ones that I CAN invite are busy-bees and has no interest in what I like and I don’t want to trouble them with me flailing my extremities in front of their bored faces. (lol sorry friends I’m just stressing a point) Although I could choose a different activity to go to, I’d rather not go because I’m sulking to my own depression.
Maybe I am overreacting now because last weekend was a no-Paramore Night weekend for me, and this Saturday is a no-show for Becca Fitzpatrick’s book signing.
Denying shame for myself is the only bond that glues me from not crying.
PS my best friend has a lot of going on with her life I don’t wanna trouble her with my immature invitations.
I eventually went to Becca Fitzpatrick’s book signing and it was a-ah-awesome ♥