Thank you to everyone who puts up with me,
No matter how annoying , irritating, or stupid I get you still put up with me. No matter how emotional and dramatic I make things you still put up with me. No matter how much I complain and put up tantrums you still put up with me. I guess when I finally get comfortable to show the real me, no matter how hard it is to deal with me, you still put up with me. Thank you.
|Him:||Baby, tell me something nice and sweet (:|
|Me:||I'm tired and moody.|
|Me:||I love you, please love me back ):|
People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
I feel like people find me quite boring because I am quiet. But it’s not that I have little to say; quite the opposite: it’s that I have so much to say, that I fear coming off as unintelligent because my thoughts are jumbled. Or because I fear that what I want to say will bore others. So instead of speaking, I say nothing.