At times I forget that I write without any filter in here and if I share it with people they will get a glimpse of my thoughts. After two years I have finally started sharing that I blog, but then I just regret because I have quite a lot of secrets published up in here. Stuff that I’d rather die than talk about in real life.
I fucked up.
I sent yesterday’s blog to one of the people in the group involved in the blog and forgot I have mentioned my scars in it. Along with my anxiety and all the stuff I noticed being the observing person I am, and I so hope that they don’t find me weird. Naturally I was questioned on my scars. I said pets. Though I’m pretty sure it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the truth. And even more than that I am scared about the observed information I have written and my raw thoughts. So….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I am squirming and laughing and restless because why do I have to be excited😭😭😭. I’m just gonna go cry because what if they find me weird and creepy AAAAAA!! 😭😭😭Why is it that every time I FUCK UP? Why? Just why? Every time I think i did good, I fuck it up. I need to get a grip man I have relaxed myself in the past week.
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