Where wild minds come to rest
i'm an introvert.
i am literally my own best friend.
i am an only child, and both of my parents work, so i'm home alone most of the time. i didn't grow up with cousins that were my age because they're all 17+ years older than me (my parents are both the youngest in their families with huge age gaps between them and their siblings, who all married at 18 except for my parents...). at family parties, it has always been me sitting around with all these adults with no one to talk to and nothing to do.
to make matters worse, i have social anxiety and am terrified to interact with people. because of this, i don't have many friends.
these things have contributed to my extreme introversion.
i don't think MD has contributed to this. i think this has contributed to MD.
even if people are close to me, they still don't know a lot about me because they don't know what i do when i'm by myself. i journal a lot because whenever i need someone to talk to, i don't want to talk to anyone, so i just write it down. i have inside jokes with myself, and i keep a lot of things to myself (such as books that i'm reading, bands that i'm obsessed with at the moment, etc). i'm my own best friend because no one can understand me like i can, and i feel like other people will judge me. but when i daydream, i can come up with people who will understand me because i can make them understand me. my characters get me because i control their thoughts and make sure that they get me.
and as always, i'm not sure how to end this blog post. but yeah.