Pandora's Anxious Adventure

I talk. A LOT. I have a lot of thoughts, an abundance of opinions and a never-ending supply of words readyyy to be released at any given moment. My "I should respond but I can't think of something of worth to add to this conversation" face What I do not do is share these thoughts, opinions or words regularly. I also despise sharing them in the digital landscape we live in. And I particularly LOATHE having to share my thoughts, opinions, and words with people during a conversation via the digital landscape. This is all just a fancy-ass way of saying talking to people via text, DMs, or online messaging forums gives me dreadful and ghastly anxiety. There I said it, messaging people triggers the FUCK out of my anxiety. I'll be big chilling and having to respond back to someone's message will have me fall into a never-ending spiral of attempting to get my point across in a clear and somewhat concise way. Here is a sample of times I have had my anxiety sp

I have to plan out my Valentine's Day or risk getting super in my feelings. Like I get into a rather depressive yet reflective vibe for a few days, especially in the days leading up to Valentine's Day. So whatever plans I made, have to live up to expectations or that'll dampen my mood for a good week. Then it's just an extended few days after of sad music. Not gonna lie, this day has been an excessively angsty one for me personally, as someone who is perpetually single and tends to be surrounded by many folks in multiple different stages of a relationship each year. I start to fixate on a lot of the things that I view as unfulfilled personal goals of my childhood, the lack of a substantial romantic relationship being the focal point for this particular period of angst. But now that I'm older and wiser though ya girl is high-key not so fixated on being companionless and surrounded by relationships. It helps that I've always had spectacular friends that get