It’s scary how he knew me better than I know myself. Or at least he convinced me he did. I don’t know what’s real even about myself anymore if I ever did. Who am I?
I have a habit of oversharing to toxic people. I think it’s the way they “want to get to know you” so they can use it against u later. But it feels nice having people ask questions about u in the moment but hindsight is always 20/20.
I need to make a mental note not to go into target after a bad day. I did need all of the items I bought but could I still have gotten the cheaper versions? Yes. But I justified it by saying I’ve been wanting those things for a while and I had a bad day so I get to treat myself
Can someone please borrow my social anxiety? Like I’m really trying to just say what’s on my mind unapologetically but then it just replays over and over until I find the better thing I should have said but I didn’t think of in the moment