If only I was given a dollar for every time I made myself look stupid in front of a cute person
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
One time in University, a lot of us gathered together to make lunches for the homeless. I was handing them out and one man kept asking if I had any rubber. I was so confused, like why do you need rubber gloves to eat lunch???
I get overwhelmed with sadness when I think about my past. I don’t think I ever knew what it felt like to be truly wanted. I’m not talking sexually. I don’t think I’ve met a single person that ever wanted to know me as much as I wanted to know them.