I hate myself.
I hadn’t realized that i was such a shitty person until my now exboyfriend took the time to point it all out. Wish I had the balls to you-know-what.
I hadn’t realized that i was such a shitty person until my now exboyfriend took the time to point it all out. Wish I had the balls to you-know-what.
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August Storm (by Ronnie Bruce)
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I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them. I love to think rather than talk. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy and strange, but this is me. Take it or leave it.
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