it’s silly, but ever since my walking pad broke, going on walks outside with my brother has been easing my social anxiety… somehow, i’m finding it easier to do things on my own now
im so horrible for thinking like this but i genuinely can’t stand interacting with some of my moots cause we used to be the same bmi and now they’re way lower than me and i just keep fucking myself over, i feel so sick thinking about where i could’ve been by now
ur little “mistake” of being racist and saying slurs back when you were a teenager is someone else’s trauma back when they were a teenager. it’s not some small clueless “mistake”.