Monday, November 12, 2012

Anti.

Maybe it's my dysfunctional, totally broken brain that makes me pull away from all things that cause me to open up and be social to/with another human. I don't hate you, I'm just making up all kinds of scenarios of the horrible things that you could make happen in my life, and rather than wait to see if those scenarios are going to play out, I choose to back away into the shadows and watch from the side.
People? They terrify me, to the point of panic attacks. In large gatherings, it gets worse. I keep to myself mostly and watch them, judging silently because what else do I have to do? I hide behind my camera and remember people in a way that makes me comfortable. Conversations are impossible because all the things that run through my brain go by too fast to push out of my mouth, and everything gets jumbled around so I end up being that girl. 
THAT GIRL.
If my life were a horror film, I'd be the bitch that gets killed first.

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