Broken shell?

Have you ever been in a room full of people you don’t know and are expected to participate in group activities? Yeah, it’s the best. Anxiety through the roof, sweating, freaking out no one will pick you.

Guys, major news. I think my shell broke! School orientation was weighing heavily on my mind and when I was there it was great! Met my classmates, even volunteered for our Facebook group. It was all great.

That was the outside. The inside I was worrying that people would think I was trying too hard, or that I was stuck up. Inside I was still dying. So you might have seen my shell break, but I was still the same person hidden inside that shell.

This is my life. I get an up for a down. It goes back and forth. It’s a rollercoaster of a ride but I’m proud of myself for speaking up and volunteering for something. I never do anything like that, ever.

Be strong, be you, do your thing.

Peace and love. āœŒšŸ»šŸ’•

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