It's okay to be an oddball.Kirsebaer
Coming from a fellow oddball!
killer of conversations
It's okay to be an oddball.
Coming from a fellow oddball!
Socially inept Koala
Go team oddball!!It's okay to be an oddball.
Coming from a fellow oddball!
It's okay to be an oddball.
Coming from a fellow oddball!Can I join???? I am a very good oddballGo team oddball!!
life---><---me
killer of conversations
Of course your can!
I am just freaking out a little
life--->
The Awkward Conversationalist
The Bruins are losing!!!
I'll just yell it in my Boston accent: WHAT THE FAHK?!!!
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
^As an observer without a stake in the series, I'm freaking thrilled. Game 7, baby! I almost want to splurge and buy some booze for this one.
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I didn't get the job. I really wanted this job, because if I couldn't get any relevant experience, I would never have the self-esteem to reapply to the other one againFuck. Will I really return home to Vancouver with nothing to show for it?
you know you won'tWill I really return home to Vancouver with nothing to show for it?
It's okay to be an oddball.
Coming from a fellow oddball!Go team oddball!!Aww !
Kinda feel like a failure over how I can be so terrified of talking to people I just met.
I feel terrified from the spectrum of "anticipating to meet" to "have known my entire life".
Examples 1: Friends' boyfriends, potential employers, possible/future coworkers.
Examples 2: My Dad, aunts and uncles, cousins, best friends.
All for different reasons or another..
Habitual Failure
This thread is 209 pages long and I'll never read it all, this is bothering me now.
The Awkward Conversationalist
I woke up this morning and my bf had already gone out because he's a morning person and I'm not. The dog apparently doesn't like to sleep alone in the bed with me, only when my bf is there because bf is his "person." I wanted to go back to sleep but had no one to cuddle with and ended up being a miserable idiot cuddling with the stuffed animal dog I've had since I was like four.
And yesterday I got shitfaced drunk, worse than ever before, and almost put myself in the ER. Still feeling the effects. Today is going to be a GREAT day... :/
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
Comfort binging half a box of double chocolate cookies, and the pimples that have formed this morning. As if my face needed any MORE disfigurement. It already looks like it's been ravaged by two fires, with blue flames.
Dad blaming me like crazy because someone backed into my car in a parking lot...
Why is everything always my fault? Oh, someone attacked me first for w/e reason -- it's "my fault." Oh, my parents aren't happy with their own lives, it's "my fault."
This is getting more and more frustrating.
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