I Drew A Lad Named Doux Because I Love Him. Im Not That Great But Im Still Gonna Try My Best. Please

I drew a lad named Doux because I love him. I’m not that great but I’m still gonna try my best. Please don’t go too hard on me, this is something I’m still learning

I've been snipy lately, and I am entirely not sure why. I blew up at my bestie, and I let some words slip that I shouldn't. It sucks but we have a knack for immediately getting sidetracked mid-fight and nothing coming out of it. In that, I like to think I'm lucky to have her, and I need to chill out so I'm good enough for her

Peak procrastination is working hard as fuck on doing something and then losing all your momentum once you realize you have another day

I'm all for talking to people, but like, man. I talk about random Yu-gi-oh stuff and other random thoughts that drift in my brainless eyes. I wanna talk about things and being friends, but like, you can't just charge into my inbox asking for money within 1-3 messages!

It's not that I don't want to help, but like I skim through, and I can't tell if you're human or just a bot/scam/con artist. I figure if you were real, you would ask someone much bigger than me.

Trust isn't an easy thing to place in anyone on the internet, and if I'm not certain you're real, it's a block. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, this shit makes me really anxious.

Unpossible. Me, actually facing my crippling anxiety when it comes to meeting new people and talking and doing overall okay? Truly a big step for someone who hasn't made a new acquaintance in over 3 years. I'm excited and hoping things go alright

"The wind whipped and slammed on the cabin walls. The crippling cold was desperate to break through, but to no avail. A pyre, held harnessed by simple brick, offered a gentle warmth to the room. Your eyes pierce through the moth-cursed curtain and are greeted with inky darkness. A feeling of anxiety course's through you.

'Where are they? Are they okay?' More and more terrifying thoughts ate your heart slowly. The desperate urge to run out into the veil of night and search started as an intrusion but was gradually swaying the crowd.

Suddenly, the cabin door squeaks open and standing there, it's them! You feel your heart melt off the anxiety as you let out a relieved sigh. You both smile at each other, perhaps they were equally worried leaving you there alone..."