simply a homebody.

I was hiding in bed, screaming at myself to get up [in my head] at 11 AM

when my friend came into my dorm so we could meet up to get brunch.

I heard her linger for a few seconds, then slowly leave.

I was broken [but safe] by myself under the covers, but a guilt set in.

I realized when you're an introvert, you can't always face the day.

People get disappointed.

I was sitting in bed, in pajamas, in deep thought about volcanoes and did I just drop a stitch?

when my roommate left the house without a word.

I received over 150 seconds of Snapchats showing the party she and another friend went to.

I was comfy and enjoying myself at home, but a sadness set in.

I realized when you're an introvert, you stop getting invited.

People stop trying.

I was lying on the couch, knowing I had to get up to go out to lunch

when my sister yelled at me: "You always drop out of things.

You never want to do anything if it's an inconvenience to you."

I was capable of going out [though I was actually sick], but an anger set in.

I realized when you're an introvert, you're called lazy and selfish.

People don't want to understand.

But

I am disappointed by people. 

My unwillingness to go outside on a bright day is not about you, it's about me.

I need to be hidden in darkness today

I stop trying with people.

My exhaustion with dorms filled over capacity by 30 people is not about you, it's about me.

I need space to breathe.

I beg people to understand.

My lack of desire to be reunited with friends is not about you, it's about me.

I need to be allowed to want to be alone.

My introversion is not a sadness, a sign of "anti-social", a selfishness.

It's just me loving and taking the time to be me, alone.

 

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