Ugh. Yes, yes. Phone pictures aren't the best, but my scanner bleaches things, I swear. If you really don't want to read me getting this off my chest, don't. Thanks for viewing anyways.

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I swear to God I'm not a needy person. I'm not clingy, I'm not an attention seeker, I'm not high-maintenance, and I'm most definitely not a clingy-sob-into-you-about-everything kind of girl. I like to feel self-sufficient and contained. I don't usually spill my guts like this. But then when I do need to address something with someone...Well, I lock up and change to a lighter topic. And so there's this.

I get anxiety. Bad. I guess that's because I feel I screw up a lot (ie. saying stupid things when I'm nervous or letting a conversation die from lack of topic). Please, please don't hold this against me. I just need time to get used to you and the situation; I'm shy as all hell, but I try my absolute best to be somewhat of a bouncy, happy extrovert. I feel like I screw up relationships, make friends uncomfortable, can't quite live up to the situations I go over in my head.
You ever read Prequel? I sometimes feel that that's what I'm destined for: building up to what should be an earned success and then ruining it for myself by just not thinking right when it happens. I try, really I do, but things just don't always play out right, you know? [/End rant]