It's a gift and a curse, being me. On one hand, you scheme a lot, meaning you are prepared for things to go your way. On the other, the smallest things can drive you up the wall.
I don't know why I'm so afraid. I'm wan-fucking-amirul. I should laugh in the face of anything because of my ability to get back up and kick ass/be a dick. But here I am, scared I might be replaced. This is annoying.
I guess if I were to meet the perfect girl, she'd have to put up with this. She'd have to understand that I AM a neurotic person, and letting anything sit in my head is a bad idea.
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