Right now I can't bring myself to start the story proper even though I gave myself a deadline. So I fear I'll never actually get to those cool moments.
I feel the world is trying to swallow me whole. In one big bite, I am engulfed in the black abyss. The mounting pressure crushes me to the ground, and the earth begins to claw my presence into the dirt. It hooks into my flesh and rips away at my body as I am pulled deeper.
I have a few friends that I met from work previously and I feel that I'm losing them. I don't have much to talk about after leaving work, plus socialising is just a masking exercise for me. Anyway I guess I'm fine. I'm not homeless or in danger or anything. Just feeling low haha.
the problem is im scared of men. i know its not all of them, and that im not perfect but i have heard some real horror stories of about them in which they are seemingly amazing to women and in general only for them to discover later theyre misogynistic or racist or some other