They would call me “The Antisocial One.”

it’s a disability you know.

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encouragement of introvercy

It wasn’t until I got out in the world that people started telling me I needed friends and put that pressure on me to have a filled life when they couldn’t name a hobby or activity. Now my life’s work lay destined in writing and having a shop to come to. Ive done it all for me though.

No anxiety rummaging towards journals seeing if I wrote anything good, my hands trembling. I can go back and check now.

I don’t have a huge community on WordPress even if I’m always reading. Seeing the support in the likes is wholesome enough for me. Those who come back to gander – thank you.

And now I know the life meant for me.

Sick dreary writer that mostly kept to themselves, yet shares exuberantly with the world. I always am!

and that’s just Sam lmao.