The Thoughts of a Quiet Person

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In 6th grade Spanish class, there was a boy who would look at me (maybe he was looking behind me...) quite often. I did think he was cute, but all he ever did was look in my direction. So knowing stupid me, over the years I convinced myself he liked me. So I started to like him. Now two years later, I actually like him, but he doesn't even look at me anymore. So pretty much, I've set myself up for heartbreak. Oh well though right? Because eventually I'll find someone who actually likes me and I'll feel the same, right? Well I constantly doubt that and predict that I'll end up a lonely old lady with 17 cats; watching Netflix.

Anyways, another confession from me is that I'm deeply afraid of disappointment. I'm sure everyone is scared of letting people down. But I sometimes just freak out because If I disappoint someone its gonna be the end of the world. Could this be another anxiety side effect? Who knows.

After everything I've shared, would you want to be my friend? Yeah I know. And there are people who don't like me and I've never shared any of that weird stuff. It must just be my intimidating looks, huh?