Everytime my friends call or try and talk to me I feel like I’m being awkward. I feel like that triggers my friends to jump on the friendship train with my sister more than me. That’s why they seem bored around me. How can I get rid of this awkwardness and freely talk and be funny without being offensive or mean..? I’m so troubled with this, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m the only one who does this, to new friends or the same friends I have. I feel like there is something wrong with me..
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Awkward
It’s starting to dawn on me that I’m not really capable of the whole ‘human interaction’ thing. Even online.
I just can’t seem to ever talk naturally, without being incredibly self-conscious. Everything I say feels fake and contrived, even when I’m trying to be genuine. It’s like I’m not really human – just some kind of defective robot trying to copy behavior but getting it wrong.
I just need to stop being me. Stop thinking these defective thoughts. Be normal. Do normal things. Not constantly question everything. Stupid brain. Thinking dumb thoughts. You go shhh now.
The problem is me. Everything about the way I think. But how […]
Fat. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Would love for it to end. To find peace with myself.
At this stage in our lives we seem to be living in two different, yet unreachable universes: the past and the future. When we’re together, we often reminisce about old times, back when we were young and innocent and nothing bad happened that couldn’t be fixed. When we’re not reflecting on our shared history, we’re looking ahead to our futures; future plans and future goals and wishes and dreams. And to an extent, looking back and looking forward are both wonderful things to do; often they’re reminders that happy times did happen and better things may lie ahead…
But  we only exist in those two states: […]
Hey everyone, I want people to join my facebook group for people who feel “out of place, or unloved, or ignored totally.”
Hit me upand join my group if you like
the group is called Moving Forward
and my name is Nia Braithwaite
 I am the Nia with the tulips or yellow flowers
Okay so everyone always wants to know what my problem is, why I feel this way or why I seem totally unable to make things better. But for fucks sake they don’t know me, or my history, so they’re in no position to judge! The fact is if they did, they’d probably understand why I want to die as badly as I do. And trust me it’s such a long, sordid and sad story that half the time I wouldn’t even know where to start or how to explain. Sometimes I look at the way my life has turned out and it makes me fume with […]