10 Days of Me, Numero Diez
14 years ago
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot.
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession
Not many people will read this till I become more social... Asking for a confession seems far more personal than anything this meme has done so far. I honestly had this whole essay all plotted out in my little book. Dunno if I want anyone to ever see it... I was really really anxious and depressed that night. It's thoughts I can't control, I can't rationalize out of. They're so heavily attached to my insecurity and social anxiety I don't even think I can share them without sounding completely off my nut. I have no desire to scare anyone away, nor am I trying to, but the feelings and thoughts still exist. If at any point previously something had touched this knot inside me, I would have closed down and stopped speaking to anyone. Wouldn't return calls. Wouldn't go out except when absolutely necessary and only doing what was asked of me when I couldn't avoid it... Now, I don't want it to stop. I want to keep going till it's gone. It hurts, a lot... And yet the other side feels wonderful.
I guess, to shorten the entire confession into one line: You drive me crazy, hun. I don't want it to end, wherever it leads.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot.
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession
Not many people will read this till I become more social... Asking for a confession seems far more personal than anything this meme has done so far. I honestly had this whole essay all plotted out in my little book. Dunno if I want anyone to ever see it... I was really really anxious and depressed that night. It's thoughts I can't control, I can't rationalize out of. They're so heavily attached to my insecurity and social anxiety I don't even think I can share them without sounding completely off my nut. I have no desire to scare anyone away, nor am I trying to, but the feelings and thoughts still exist. If at any point previously something had touched this knot inside me, I would have closed down and stopped speaking to anyone. Wouldn't return calls. Wouldn't go out except when absolutely necessary and only doing what was asked of me when I couldn't avoid it... Now, I don't want it to stop. I want to keep going till it's gone. It hurts, a lot... And yet the other side feels wonderful.
I guess, to shorten the entire confession into one line: You drive me crazy, hun. I don't want it to end, wherever it leads.