Random

I randomly think of what to say to you. When one idea comes up to my head, I think of how you would react to me because I want to show you only the good part of me. You will see me as a flake. I abandon the idea. Not this. Not that. After I pick and pick what to say to you, then I say something safe but weird. As soon as I say that, I feel that I’m so awkward. Why did I say that? I regret myself again. The action of this nerdy process with exhaustive emotions itself seems to indicate that I’m already a failure. Now I will be true to myself. Would you like to go out with me?