Beating myself up about my feelings. I feel like I’m in love, but I’m not, because that’s just dumb. Jumping about twenty thousand guns. This will never amount to anything, anyway, so why even bother. It’s so not worth it wishing on every star and 11:11 moment. I’m wasting my time with this. There’s just no way I’ll let this go.
i’m friendly, i love meeting new people. if i’m happy i can get pretty loud/obnoxious, but i could also be very quiet. i’m not very confident, but i have a high self esteem.