How My Friendships (Don’t)Work

I’m not an easy person to be friends with. It all goes back to my shyness, awkwardness, and insane desire to never ever do anything wrong. The biggest problem I have with being friends with someone is the talking part – and I know what you’re going to say, “Harry, isn’t talking the most important

From Low to High

The past week has been a bit of a rollercoaster. I went from seriously wanting to end my life, to now being in a pretty good mindset. Here’s how my week went by. Last Saturday: I was feeling disgusted by myself, and also felt very lonely. Aswell as that, I was having one of my

I’m A Weird Sort Of Shy

Ok, so you may or may not know that my blog ‘title’ includes the word shy. Most people, if they’re shy, are shy in every aspect of their life. Not me. I’m really weird. I don’t get shy talking in front of crowds, or while I’m playing sports, or when talking to strangers. I can’t

Happy, Happy, Happy

I really don’t understand my brain. How can I go from the lowest point of my life (self-deprecation, self harm etc, read my posts titled Going Down and Nothing Really Matters)to where I am now, which is…almost HAPPY. Now I say that with a grain of salt. I don’t think I’ve been truly happy consistently

My Desire for, and Fear of, Attention

This post is going to show a negative aspect of my character. I’m not very proud of myself for feeling these emotions, but I like to be real and honest, and writing all this done is good for me. So, attention. I love attention. No, I hate attention. No, I love it. I think I

Controlling my Narrative

I apologise for the past couple of posts. I’ve been in probably the darkest part of my life so far for the last week or so, but for some reason I felt a lot better today. Thank you to everyone who reached out to me to offer me words of encouragement or advice. They were

The Peril of Parties

Right now, I’m lying on my bedroom floor, writing this, listening to Khalid’s sweet voice playing in the background. I feel calm. I feel safe. This is the place I feel most comfortable. So it may not come as any surprise that I really dread parties, or even going out anywhere where there will be

Paranoia, and the art of caring too much

I’m not sure if paranoia is a side effect of social anxiety, or it’s just another thing I deal with on a regular basis. The crushing paranoia that this person hates me, that that person talked about me behind my back, that every time I walk past a group of friends laughing, it’s directed at

Music vs. People

Most people quite like music, of one sort or another. The difference between them, and me, is the amount that we like music. I love music. Like, I really love music. I can’t play any instruments, and my singing angers people(not a jealous anger, more like an anger that fills them with dread), but with

My ACTUAL First Post – Phone Calling

My life often hits me with weird encounters, and strange abnormalities within my own psyche. My fear of calling people on the phone is one of those. There’s just something about dialing the number of someone and hearing it beep agonizingly until the phone is picked up at the other end. And then I have