*excuse me while I rage about love*
It's been a solid year. Okay? A year. I'm doing pretty good if I do say so myself.
But I realized something last night; I'm terrified to let myself go. The thought of going on a drive is awful because the last drive I took with a boy resulted in tears and drippy noses.
I was mystified, until I gave it thought. BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA. RED ALERT.
I sat home tonight, like any other night when this situation arises. Cancelled, tremble, another takes my place, the tears.
I feel like a pity date. A pity girl. A pity situation.
I should be over the insecurities by now!
...right?
Just.
CTCOD Y'ALL. ALWAYS.
