Hey, I remember this
There are some people that bring out the worst in me. I hate myself when I'm around them. I feel like an over-opinionated, snobby bitch. I end up saying all the things that should remain inner monologue, I argue points I don't care about...and I end up feeling like an over-opinionated, snobby bitch...did I mention that?
Then there's the people that make you feel like you're drinking hot chocolate by a cozy fire, just by talking to them. They no your true objectives and the motivations behind your comments. They know the difference between a joke and a serious statement. They know when to laugh. They make you feel that you're perfect "just as you are."
I know I'm being kind of a sap, but I miss some of my hot chocolate people and I had a run in with the "others" this evening. Hallo all of you out there, whoevers still here. I haven't been here in awhile, but I do miss you.
Then there's the people that make you feel like you're drinking hot chocolate by a cozy fire, just by talking to them. They no your true objectives and the motivations behind your comments. They know the difference between a joke and a serious statement. They know when to laugh. They make you feel that you're perfect "just as you are."
I know I'm being kind of a sap, but I miss some of my hot chocolate people and I had a run in with the "others" this evening. Hallo all of you out there, whoevers still here. I haven't been here in awhile, but I do miss you.