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May 23, 2007 21:31

Talking to self... "I'm going to sit over here." [As in off on the side from everyone else.]
Smiles/laughs... "Yey. Be unique. Do what you want." [That sounds bitchy now, but it really, really wasn't.]

"Oh Heather why don't you sit over here? There's an open seat over here." [I didn't see the stupid seat.]
-Um. I don't know. I'm fine. Over here. It's okay.-

Maybe I'm delusional, but those both sounded pretty caring to me. Just stupid little things like that.

Okay Heather. You held back the tears then. You can do it now. It's really not a big deal.

I don't understand how people can just TALK for three hours about anything. I just don't get it. It's beyond me. I can't do it. And I'm shy. I can't just pitch in randomly because I've been quiet for so long. It would just be weird.

Conversing is a mystery to me.
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