I might be too scared to find a real relationship because I could totally fuck it up. Or maybe not. Everything is all a bunch of maybes. Maybe he likes me. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe I’m right. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he wants to date. Maybe he’s a real jerk. Just maybe. Or Maybe not. This paradox aggravates me, more than anyone knows.
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Hey dont be afraid to go with him and dont be afraid to leave him if you ll find him a jerk