Hi, I'm Caitlin.
I would like to go somewhere.
it’s not fair that skin breaks out under stress
it’s like “hey I know you’re having a bad day, so I’m going to make you self conscious so it gets worse”
I am freaking the fuck out.
I have studied endlessly, and I have been doing well on all the tests.
But I can’t shake the feeling that I will fail my math final tomorrow.
I just need someone to hug me and tell me it will be ok
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
maybe I will get lucky and you will want me again, but I don’t even want me. So I don’t expect for you to.
i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me