When I am not nervous, I can be brutally mean. I can be cruel. When I am not nervous, I don\’t stutter. I speak clearly and fluidly.
I hate how I want to be accepted so much. I say things that I don\’t normally say. Basically, I pretend to be somebody else.
Even more so, relationships. Yeah, that kind. I don\’t want to be rejected so I don\’t make a move. I interpret everything as just friends. That I never had a chance. I always squash my desire to do anything more. I hate the way I obssess about things.
And why do I catch up in this phase – i like the way he smells. When it\’s obviously not true.