Social Anxiety DisorderSocial Anxiety Disorder by ~saracirce
I have my mom, I have my brothers.
I have my cats, I have my dog.
I have Pocket Pumas, I have Aramii.
I have my rps, I have my AIM buddy list.
Yet... after all that...
there's still that little hole in my heart
It's not so little
It's a big, gaping hole
I want to go eat dinner in a restaurant
I want to go hang out with real friends
I don't want to be inside most of the time
I don't want to be as pale as a ghost
I dont' want to be overweight
I say to myself
'Okay, today I'll go for a walk'
'Okay, today I'll go to the store'
Last minute, I get nervous
There's butterflies in my stomach
My arms get itchy
My face turns red