I'm usually talkative, and it's never a good thing. When I start talking, I just keep going on and on and on, like water gushing over a waterfall during a wet spell. I'm actually surprised I still have friends after all my oral muscles boring their brains out.
Must be why I don't have a lot of friends. At least, I think this is one of the many reasons why.
I'm not perfect. I'm difficult, I'm incredibly sarcastic and my mind wanders...and I'm too serious sometimes. I also half-expect a boyfriend to cheat at some point. Major trust issues, check. My closest friends are guys. Trouble, check. Why so serious? Inner-demon, Joker. Check.
Well obviously I'm not going to list out all of my flaw haha. I'm sure it'll be a long list nevertheless.
So I babbled, and it let to a fight, I cried, we talked, we made up again, and the world is full of rainbows and unicorns again.
Dried tears are cakey. Soaked pillow is discarded onto the floor and air-conditioning is off as self-punishment. And I can't sleep.
Dad is outside watching TV and I haven't talked to him since yesterday lunchtime, since he cursed me to a painful retirement because of an incredibly unfair assumption. I didn't bother correcting him, but it still hurts.
Assumptions. Such innocent thoughts but so damaging.
