It was one of those nights that made me go home at midnight, and sit in front of my mirror and watch myself eat a peanut butter sandwich and apple juice, and wonder what was wrong with me
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I don't understand why you care what others think of you. Why wouldn't you be yourself in social situtations? Doesn't that seem to be the way to make friends? Otherwise, once you've become friends with them, they will see the "real you". If you start off that way from the beginning, there are no surprises.
You didnt get it at all. I am being myself, and not caring what anyone thinks about me anymore. That was the whole point. I dont know how to be anyone besides the "real me".
Well, I guess what confused me was the fact that you're trying to think of things that make you seem to be an "interesting and fun to be around person"-doesn't that seem contradictory?
Maybe I am interpreting it wrong. Typed words on a page only go so far.
I didnt say that i was trying to think of interesting things to say, the opposite. Lately I have been talking to no one because i just dont feel like it. I am denying my urge to say fun things, because i dont want to say anything.
Okay, Ashmon, first off, what's with the anti-male rethoric? What about me? Second...what's "boob parade" mean? No, wait, don't tell me. Ashely, what am I going to do without you?
I have recently dropped the I Hate Boys policy. Its over with. You are not allowed to know what a boob parade is. And Im not dying, you will get along without seeing me for a while. I always come back.
You know what? I don't usually mind being put in situations where I have to meet or interact with people...but lately it's been really bothering me. I totally understand how you feel. Especially in my theatre class...*grumbleIHATETHEATRE1grumble*
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Maybe I am interpreting it wrong. Typed words on a page only go so far.
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