I can’t stop posting and I can’t sleep. I think I’m mentally scarred.
I always seem to give people the wrong impression of me or get the things I do taken wrongly.
There’s socially awkward, and then there’s me…
Whoops. Just about died.
“My lips are all sticky from the s’mores.”
“Yeah, mine too. Even though I only had one.”
“Why did you only have one?”
“I like making them more than I like eating them.”
“Ha-ha, I like eating them more than I like making them..”
“See, that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”