This'll be random, you're better off not reading.
Sometimes I just sit and think. I know most people do, but I do it a lot. Often enough that it gets in the way of me doing anything else. I'll think about my life, my future, my present, my past. I'll think about all the friends I've lost, and the new friends I could potentially have if I weren't so fucking me. I need to get over myself. I really do.
I wish that I weren't so... idk... shy? No, that's not the word. Ok, the word eludes me, but I wish i weren't so it. I often wonder to myself what exactly happened to change the once outgoing, always smiling Vicky to whatever it is I am right no