Picky Minds

I have an issue. Actually quite a few issues. Okay a lot.
Where do I start? I could tell you about how I can't start a conversation with new people. Or how I can't ask for things because it's not a comfort zone for me. Or how when literally anything goes wrong, I blame myself. I am always at wrong. I hate myself. I have harmed myself and tried to die. I have a lot of issues but I don't want to talk about them. I want to talk about Roman, a sweet and extremely attractive senior in my calculus class. A guy who hangs out with the preppy and stuck up seniors. Roman is different from them, though. He makes my issues small and irrelevant. He makes the mountains I have to climb everyday turn into little hills to roll down. I like talking to him.
He has a diverse music taste and absolutely loves his grandma. I really like him but I'm just the loser who helped him out with a project. Right? The girl with a very picky mind.