I cringe when people call me "Steph".
I had a dream the other day that I went to Pitchfork/Lollapalooza/Insert-name-of-music-festival and I woke up with a panic attack, which just solidifies my phobia of crowds and overstimulation.
Despite my homebody tendencies, I sure do work and go out a lot.
I like living in my head more than in real-life.
I have five dresses in my closet that still have the tags on them.
If my mother weren't such a tough lady and hadn't raised me as such, I'd surely have a constant-victim mentality.
I am constantly searching for a way out or something better.
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