I'm Kalynn Mitchell. I like to read, I like to listen to music- my favorite songs are old songs, like from the 1900's. I love to write. I sometimes change myself to please others, i don't speak my opinions because i want to make sure everyone is happy and my opinion is not needed for that. I try to hide what i like because i like to have a special connection with things like books, movies, music, et cetera-I like to enjoy it quietly, in a secluded way, without someone coming in and ruining it, i like to obsess by myself, i like having things that are mine, that are special, that no one else likes and if i get into something new i can't help but stress that no one else in my family watches/reads it; childish? I know, selfish? Very. When i get older i want to become a writer and have at least on book published, i practice writing most every day. I don't have any friends
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I heard a shuffling noise next to me, when i looked up i saw a a boy standing there, was he there the whole time? He certainly wasn't helping my anxiety.
He glanced down at me and i quickly looked away, i felt like i was about to have a heart attack. I was burning up. I took off my jacket and curled up against the sign post, holding it to my chest and breathing through the fabric. I don't know why, but that always seemed to help me a little bit. The boy sat down on the curb, and started searching through his backpack for something, but it seemed as though he couldn't find what ever it was. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, and at the same time, only seconds. there was still about 20 minutes before the bus arrived. And i couldn't help but worry.
How am i gonna survive today? I wondered. I couldn't even wait at the bus stop without almost throwing up.
Was this really what it's like being near people you don't know? No, no it can't be, otherwise there wouldn't be all those social butterflies out there. It must only have only been
I heard a shuffling noise next to me, when i looked up i saw a a boy standing there, was he there the whole time? He certainly wasn't helping my anxiety.
He glanced down at me and i quickly looked away, i felt like i was about to have a heart attack. I was burning up. I took off my jacket and curled up against the sign post, holding it to my chest and breathing through the fabric. I don't know why, but that always seemed to help me a little bit. The boy sat down on the curb, and started searching through his backpack for something, but it seemed as though he couldn't find what ever it was. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, and at the same time, only seconds. there was still about 20 minutes before the bus arrived. And i couldn't help but worry.
How am i gonna survive today? I wondered. I couldn't even wait at the bus stop without almost throwing up.
Was this really what it's like being near people you don't know? No, no it can't be, otherwise there wouldn't be all those social butterflies out there. It must only have only been