#black introvert

[kuaimoonsworld]

EbonyYokubōTV

Hey I'm a Introverted Cosplayer, Gamer, Slight Shopaholic (with purpose) & a Foodie! Here you find see a new video/short each week Hope you

[krockisback816]

[tokioxd]

same ting. 👑

[black-introvert-confessions]

Black Male Introvert

Vent

Fellow black introvert here. As a male introvert, I've found it basically impossible to achieve romantic relationships (yes, achieve). Has anyone here (particularly men) been able to accomplish this feat?

[kuaimoonsworld]

What Occurred Today...

Fortnite: The server request that you leave this match.

Me: ....Damn even Fortnite don't want me on Fortnite🤣

- EbonyYokubōTV -

[krockisback816]

quarantine has reduce my confidence to make eye contact with people and do my fake smile

they can’t see my fake smile so get the fuck out my face and stay the fuck away

[krockisback816]

don’t talk to me

[black-introvert-confessions]

I miss him

I have social anxiety, major depression disorder, and an array of other mental illnesses I’ve found to be frowned upon in the black community. I feel invisible sometimes because when the fact is known to my family and friends a wave of cliches and insensitive “solutions” are shot my way. “Black people don’t get depressed. This is that white people shit.” My favorite one “just go outside, get over it.” It leaves me feeling rejected and to keep all things kept within, even my emotions for someone I’m madly in love with. I’m afraid that it’s too late to tell him how I feel. I want to apologize to him. I want him to tell me, to open up to me and tell me how I hurt him. I left him with resentment, questions and unresolved issues on my part. There’s a great deal of my life and time I spent just thinking about him and missing him; we’re talking years, I’m talking almost the instant I left him. I want him back so badly it hurts, but I feel like I come with so much baggage, so much damage and I left him with open wounds and threw salt in them as I walked away. I miss him, but I don’t deserve him. When I think of him I get this weird feeling in my chest, in my stomach. It makes me regret ever leaving him. Ii think about why I left him and why I was so convinced then it would never work out between us. Anyway, I’d give anything to tell him how I truly feel; to know and  feel how he truly feel.  Fear of rejection paralyzes me...just thinking about what his response would be, after all of this time cripples me. I know that it shouldn’t fuck with me like that but it does. What exactly would I lose at this point?