And I shall now just stop with the text posts because yeah.
You know what else is super fun, feeling inadequate. That feeling where you can’t tell if everyone else is missing something and you’re the only one who understands or maybe you just can’t understand anything.
The frustration of the very few people you’ve ever been attracted to telling you that they find you attractive too but they are always and forever in relationships. Brilliant, you know I’ll just wait for perfect timing, which never seems to exists, so I’ll just be alone, knowing that there were a select few of people who perhaps for a second thought that we could be more than friends.