Honestly I'm impressed by how much I realized that I was just living in fear, not once until recently have I felt any sort of love and it's weird.

When I tried to find a reason to like it wasn't out of obligation but the fear of being hopeless and that escalated stress and anxiety (yes rant)

I got a bit on my mind for tonight let me think it over

Came back since I haven't been using twitter as of recently and now that there's a lot more privacy settings (because I don't want people random talking to me, especially since it helps filter bots or such).

I'll probably vent my head out every now and then.

TLDR: Shy mutt has dysphoria

Not having a private account here does make me more shy to actually post my mind...

Might give it a bit more time before then

I almost forgot I had a blusky, anyways here's my flow being ruined...