Apparently I'm as transparent as newly windex-ed window. Human emotions, particularly those of my own, make me nervous and self-conscious.

 I am a hyper-sensitive, emotional individual. Life and its struggles, rather than callusing me, made me even more susceptible. You can't fuck around with me without stirring some kind of stressful reaction.

But I am a kind, considerate, good-natured, giving, intelligent person. Why wouldn't you give a shit about how you make me feel when you know how I am?


audrey said...

i hope you're feeling ok, from what i can see you're a fabulous human being. stay fab.