I know I'll be happy if I go out. I know I'll be happy if I go out. I know I'll be happy if I go out. I know I'll be happy if I go out.

I know I'll be happy if I go out.

But all I can think of right now is how much I love being at home, and how there's fanfic and teen wolf and tumblr and borderlands 2 at home, and how I've had the shittiest week ever.

And I don't want to go.

This happens every single time I have to go out. And even I'm sick of myself, but I just don't want to go.

Sometimes being an introvert sucks.