What most people think I have: I'm shy and can't talk to people. I'm awwwwkwaaaard.
What I actually mean: I have full blown panic attacks which include heart palpitations, breathing problems, shaking, sweating and constant fear that I'm going to die when faced with situations I find uncomfortable.
If I could fill this entire blog with cats, fancy houses, and beautiful older women then I would. But there's also fanfiction, Crowley, current events, proletariat junk, steak, and Beyonce. I'm in more secondary fandoms than primary ones. I'm not little but I am loud. Come in, grab a drink, enjoy the show.