What is this outside world you speak of.

Freshman year of college was when I realized that the nagging, black hole that was slowly expanding in the pit of my chest was anxiousness from sitting in my dorm all day. Turns out Mr. Brain found this to be really shitty. Who'd have thought?

I actually don't really like the university I go to when it comes to the fact that I don't really have anything in common with the general majority of the people who go there. That being said, I made the mistake of believing that "going outside" had to involve those people. Getting fresh air is its own reward, regardless if it's with other people or not.

I've made an effort to go out for an hour a day since then. Some days, if I'm feeling particularly depressed, or my fucked-up sinuses decide that it isn't having that shit, then I won't be able to find it in me. But I've become considerably more happy since.

It can be surprising how easy it is to want to shut yourself in all day. The internet has literally everything in existence on one screen. I can be whatever the fuck I want playing a videogame. It's harder to remember the outside world isn't as scary as you might make it out to be, and in the end, beats a videogame or reddit link any day.