Yeah, so. . . at work. . . apparently I looked scared. I didn't realize I looked scared. I mean, I was a little nervous, but I tried to loosen up. Although I was kinda staring into space. <_<; Maybe my "staring into space" expression looks scared. . .
Anyway, I. . . still have trouble when it comes to interacting with people. Well, no. . . I just don't want to screw up with things. I absolutely hate screwing up anything. I am a perfectionist. (Lawl, almost typed pervert.) But seriously, I can't stand messing anything up. If I mess up with something, I end up remembering it for WAY too long, and then I hate myself every once in a while for it. -__-; I actually don't have too much trouble talking to people. ::remembers the nice lady at Borders::
Yeah, and. . . I need to stop beating myself up for things. Seriously. It's not helping me at all. But I do it anyway. And there is NO way for me to avoid beating myself up for. . . beating myself up. <_<; LAMOWTF. (Not a typo. <3)
I guess I'm done here. I'd rant about more but, meh. I feel sick, and really don't want to think anymore. Well, I'll think about yaoi. <_< That'll make me feel better. Haha.
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