wishing I wasn’t this happy being alone

Lazy Sunday mornings are the best for analysing how fucked up you are as a person.  This will probably be a super short post since I don’t have much to say but I need to put it in writing otherwise I will keep on thinking about it

Not sure when instead of looking forward to the event, I started looking forward to coming back home. When instead of replying to every message as soon as I got it, I kept delaying it so that I won’t have to have an actual conversation.
I was always an introvert but it was never this bad. Even though I know I would probably have an amazing time if I go out, I still don’t want to.
I make up excuses every time. “Sorry, not feeling well 😦 “. “Ugh wish I could but have a HUGE assignment due tomorrow”
I don’t attend calls. “Oh sorry I missed your call. What’s up?”. “Oops in the washroom..can’t talk. Msg only!”

What happened to the girl who liked dressing up to go out. Who didn’t shy away from human interaction…