Going outside nowadays kind of makes me anxious. Like, passing other people, crossing looks... But there's no bookstores nearby anyway. At one point in my life I think it would have been refreshing to ride into the city and browse books, but nowadays it's much more of a feat (I think it has a bit to do with the fact that I work from home)... I don't know, I associate bookstores with being sweaty and anxious. I guess it's because I once tried to work in one, but it didn't do much good with my social anxiety.

There's really just my mom who I live with, but we don't have a very emotionally open relationship... Well, she kind of does. She's very proficient at expressing her worries, but I'm not.

I like your art. I find something soothing in the smooth pastels, those with spread out transitions (I don't know the real term), although it's also the style... I kind of only can do realism. Well, used to try to and somewhat managed. Anyway. Having a style is cool.

I mean, I could go outside with the language-learning app I have on my phone... Although not now since it's raining. But it's an additional layer of courage since I'd go out essentially for the purpose of muttering to myself unintelligibly.