Just. No.

Never,

Never in a million years,

Would I imagine this would happen.

I was kidding when I said I could get anyone I want!

When someone confess to me,

All these always happen.

My hands are shaking,

My feet are cold,

I feel like I want to cry,

And pass out,

And hyperventilates,

And run away to Cuba.

And it always happens when I JUST got out from a relationship.

It's like the universe trying to say,

"Yeah kid, we know you're afraid of people liking you,

So we're gonna make people like you."

I need a pool.

Sea.

Anything with water so I could drown.

Please.