When I get uncomfortable or nervous in social situations, I tend to talk about sex or my boobs. I don't know why and I hate it.
I tend to communicate least with people I dislike, which is normal, but also with people I like best. This is because when I like someone I generally feel that what I have to say is not clever or awesome enough to be worth their time, so I don't want to say anything. This occurs even with close friends, and more often than seems possible. I lost one of my best friends in the entire world over this issue.
At least 50% of the reason I am going to England right now is so that I won't have to be in the same city as Beau for our final breakup (and his possible new relationship with his other ex girlfriend). I have barely admitted this to anyone because it is embarrassing, but it is clear in my mind. I have never been able to get over someone I was in love with without considerable amounts of distance, both temporally and physically, and I am scared I will have to leave town every time I break up with someone for the rest of my life.
Sorry to unload all this on you. You have always been so welcoming to me, and I have wished we stayed in better touch, fleeting as our meeting was. You, Ethan, Lidia... I never contact any of you, or the other people I care about who wouldn't judge me, and I don't know why. I just can't seem to do it, except apparently in random LJ comments. Secretly I feel so overwhelmed I could burst, but I'm not even writing it in my own journal. Who knows why this eve has produced such a confession?
In the mood for confession more than fun facts, hope you don't mind.
I tend to communicate least with people I dislike, which is normal, but also with people I like best. This is because when I like someone I generally feel that what I have to say is not clever or awesome enough to be worth their time, so I don't want to say anything. This occurs even with close friends, and more often than seems possible. I lost one of my best friends in the entire world over this issue.
At least 50% of the reason I am going to England right now is so that I won't have to be in the same city as Beau for our final breakup (and his possible new relationship with his other ex girlfriend). I have barely admitted this to anyone because it is embarrassing, but it is clear in my mind. I have never been able to get over someone I was in love with without considerable amounts of distance, both temporally and physically, and I am scared I will have to leave town every time I break up with someone for the rest of my life.
Sorry to unload all this on you. You have always been so welcoming to me, and I have wished we stayed in better touch, fleeting as our meeting was. You, Ethan, Lidia... I never contact any of you, or the other people I care about who wouldn't judge me, and I don't know why. I just can't seem to do it, except apparently in random LJ comments. Secretly I feel so overwhelmed I could burst, but I'm not even writing it in my own journal. Who knows why this eve has produced such a confession?