Let’s just make-out everyday.

You have a beach. Louisiana has swamps. We’ll just go somewhere completely different entirely.

I don’t think I’ve ever been myself around you because I just get this different sort of happy and I don’t quite get it. I do love you. Thank you for saying this man. I’m all emotional and stuff.

I think it’s so sweet of you for perceiving me this way.

Self-esteem does have a lot to do with it. I’m not comfortable with my body or face. My relationships with everyone is not quite up to par because I haven’t been very pleasant to be around for the past year. B But that’s not all there is that makes me worry about myself. It’s just sometimes people are nothing close to what they let us make of them. I guess it’s just that. I try to seem so content with being a “slacker” and a “mooch” and “care-free”. I act okay with these sort of things because they seriously embarrass me. I want to make better grades but I’m not intelligent nor do I have any motivation. I wish I had enough money so I could not only provide for myself, but others because I’m never the one capable of taking care of anything thus no one depends on me. All I think about is how messed up everything will be in the future and I can’t focus on the present which only makes this anxious never ending belly ache worse.  

Ok, come live with me.

Look, I’m starting to get better.

I don’t hate myself that much anymore.