The idea of being an outgoing person is so foreign to me.
I don’t have the drive to go and do things. You can see how this would be a problem for a budding adult male such as myself.
There’s more to life than being a recluse right? Right?
I don’t know how to put my thoughts into words and the few times that I do they feel like inadequate descriptions.
Please don’t ask me about the future. I don’t know.
I don’t know what I want, where I’m going, or where I’m not going.
Let me work through things…