The curse of the social butterfly: figuring out who’s a true friend.
I know it’s not going to happen cause parents, but I want to go on one date before I get married. Like just one. And preferably not with whatever man they find to get me arranged married to.
If I ever tell you about my insecurities or my inner thoughts, it probably means I’m putting all my trust you.
And that means everything to me. I’ve had my trust broken far too many times. It’s why it scares me so much to open up to people.
And I’m still scared as I spill my guts to you.
But I’m going to try to trust you.
Paint my world in green and lime,
Red and crimson over time.
Some things never fail to irritate me.
Ohjoy. News in the morning to piss me off.
My friends like to make all these fucking assumptions and it makes me really nervous.