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>And but so
Really makes you think...

>>7937542
I used to be like this, even worse m8, I was afraid to talk to anybody and was basically a hikikomori for a couple of years.
I don't really like to talk about this 'development' stuff because it sounds kind of corny and cliche. Sounds like the shit parents talk about but we never listen, but it works.

I used drugs for years (smoked weed every day, took molly or LSD for parties, benzos to get comfy, tobbacco and alchol everyday) but after you stop you'll feel really bad, at least I did, I got some hardcore depression and eternal boredom of everything. Drugs are an awesome experience but using them all the time is not sustainable. Anyday drugs can stop being available and you'll drift into dark places. This can happen when you are young, you have nothing to lose, and have time, but lets say you use drugs for 20 years and stop in your 40's, you'll be a mess, probably go into depression with more responsibilites and less time. That's why I don't reccomend using them to 'cure' social anxiety.

Start looking people in the eyes, it might be weird first, but then it will become a habit. I mean really dude, how hard it is to just move your eyes and look at the other person ? Its just moving your eyes m8, its REALLY not that hard, think about it.
Another thing to consider is that, a lot of times you'll set a goal, lets say: go to the gym or stop browsing 4chan or whatever, you do it for a couple of weeks or months and then, you slowly stop being commited and you are back where you were before even starting. This is called psychological homeostasis. Basically means you are 'hardwired' to return to that one comfy state you are now in, but you need to fight against that. Everytime you notice you are procastinatig again, stop it and do something else, even if it's chores or work or whatever the fuck.

Where to meet girls ? You can meet them anywhere, the street, online, in clubs. I recomend clubs because you are basically expected to talk to strangers there. If you get blown out it's not a big deal just talk to another girl.

Look. I know that you'll all think I'm weird, but he insisted on it. Alex has always been that... type. He would make assuming faces at me from across the room, his eyes would flitter over my delicious bosom. I knew he wanted me. And he knew I wanted him.
It started in the dark. He would sit across from me and stare, though he knew that I couldn't say anything in protest or do anything out of fear, he would still do it.
I had almost begun to get used to it when it started. With those eyes of deep, chocolate brown, he would reach forward ever so slightly, and he would touch my breast. I knew that this was only going to get worse, and so I opened my mouth to protest. I tried to scream, but only clucking came out. And then he plucked me, plucked me so fucking hard and it felt so painfully good. The singe of fire across my skin was so intense, I could hardly breathe. And then he ate me, because I'm a fucking chicken and this is what you get for reading this shit.