Thinking social anxiety is cute is like saying:


Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flashes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.

It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.


“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing

You can address me as Jessaay .
Here's to set your shit straight .
16 . Home-schooled because i'm rarely understood . Drug Free . Indiana is where i grew up but not where i belong . I am who i am when i'm around you , i dance to much , i sing to loud , i laugh to hard & i tend to make people fall in love with me when truly i've only ever felt loved once . I have goals , I have dreams ; but i'm terribly afraid of never achieving them . I base my happiness on a person who i am not worthy of . I've seen things i wish i could have never seen , instead i replay them in my head constantly . I don't judge , but i'm to the point where i can read a person by their "cover" , but regardless of what i see i will always give you multiply chances cos of who i've been in the past . I've recently made a big improvement in my life , to be honest . But honestly , only few people really know who i am ; by being honest i have lost them .
I don't know where i went wrong . I don't know where the real jessay got lost .
But i begin here .
Welcome to my tumblr ,
where somewhere ;
you can find the real me
within it all .

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