*sigh*

*Sigh* I wish I wasn’t so paranoid, insecure and impatient. Life would be happier then. I get so bored, and then try to talk to people, they don’t talk back, I feel rejected even though I’m sure they have good reason not to respond. I feel guilty for being persistent, well maybe not guilty but desperate at least, which depresses me further as I go into a cycle and end the end up pissing people off or making them think less of me. It sucks!