I wish I were more appealing.
@2 years agoHalf the shit that comes out of my mouth is word vomit. And while I can hold a conversation, I can’t hold a conversation about myself. People go on blind dates all the time, and when their date asks them to talk about themselves, they can go on and on and on. I can’t. I know me. I know myself inside and out. I could say a lot about me….except it’s all mundane crap, because my life is one big blob of bore. I don’t go to kickass parties, and I can count all my friends on one hand. I can’t tell you about the time I was soooo drunk, I passed out on my homegirl’s couch and woke up with the worst hangover in the world, because it’s never happened. I can’t tell you about the most amazing guy whose dick is so big, my mouth won’t go past the tip, because I’ve never met him. And I can’t tell you I live my life vicariously, because I don’t. I don’t have a contagious laugh. Or exciting sexcapades. Or crazy adventures.
And most of the time, I’m okay with that.
I don’t need the spotlight.
I just want to be enough.
And I feel like I’m not.
