I'm Jocelyn. I'm eighteen years old. I rely on words found in books that carry me away from reality. I subconsciously walk on my toes and mumble when I speak. All in all I share more conversations with my anxiety than I do with anyone legitimate. I suppose I'm just another stuck kid searching for my purpose in life. I'm undeniably lame but if you ever have the urge to talk to me, please do so. I'm willing to chat, however I should warn you that I'm shit with conversation and come off very uninterested when really I'm just nervous.
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