Y’know, I had this weird plan to separate myself from everyone. I figured if I just left and didn’t look back, then I could just stay by myself and nobody would bother me.
The plan was super simple. Just stop going to school, don’t make unnecessary contact online, and tell everyone when you see them that your doing fine by yourself. Tell them you prefer being by yourself, and they’ll leave you alone.
It worked.
The plan worked perfectly and, for the most part, I’m alone again.
I’m alone again.
Nobody really cares about me or my life. about the things that I like or dislike. Sometimes they say they do but I don’t really believe them. I have no reason to. It’s not like they’ve given me one. They’re always lying about themselves anyways. Hiding things from me, only to say them when they think I’ve left the room. That’s fine. I get that. The need to vent about your feelings is understandable and I’m not a very nice person to begin with, so I get why people don;t like me.
I wish that they did though.
I don’t like being alone.
I say that I do, but that’s not really true.
I just don’t like being scared and that’s all I ever seem to feel when I’m around people. I’m scared that I’ll mess up somehow and they’ll hate me like so many others already do.
(they all left me)
I hate that.
I hate that part of me that everyone seems to despise.
(all of me they hate all of me and so do i because i should)
That part of me relishes in those terrible feelings, in being feared and looked at with disgusted eyes. That part of me thinks it’s hilarious how much these feelings affect the rest of me.
“It’s fine.” She says with her sickening smiles and empty eyes.
(terrifying monster makes me sick want to vomit)
“It’s not.” I mutter because I’m too tired to say it louder.
(so tired just want sleep stop it let it stop please)
It’s always been like this and that’s not fine but it also is.
(its not it never was)
Because I’m worthless and that’s just how it is has been and always will be.
(it hurts)
That’s fine.
(its not)
I’m not though.
(im not)
...
The plan worked.
(it hurts)
I’m alone again.
(i didnt want it)
I’m not as happy about that as I thought I’d be.
(i wasnt happy to begin with)
(we never were)
It depends on the individual.
For some it’s making jokes, either with or without specific romantic or sexual connotations.
For others it’s an extra amount of attention paid to an individual by way of seeking them out for activities and companionship or trying to have conversation with them whenever they can.
Some people are outright and will drop very obvious hints, sometimes literally saying that they would love to date the other or be romantically or sexually involved with them.
Other people are unable or unwilling to show their flirtations and will do small things like being a little kinder in conversations or giving little gifts and a little bit of extra attention to them.
And for a few people, such as myself and my partner, flirting can be seen as simply being more comfortable with another person and projecting this comfort to this person as a way of saying that they make you happy and you want to be around them more.
So, yeah.
Flirting is a little difficult to get properly written, since there’s so much variety involved.
But, I recommend just considering the character you’re writing about and how their love itself kind of manifests itself.
Is it intense and unabashed and obvious?
Is it quiet and nervous and hidden?
Is it settled and comfortable and warm?
Consider this and match it to fitting actions.
It’s all about capturing the personality of the individual.
Sorry, I rambled.
Hope this helps or something.
I cant write flirting, how to people flirt, WHAT EVEN IS FLIRTING
Man, I went to the zoo for my older sisters birthday today. It was tons of fun. There was a Latin festival sort of thing happening and we had some Cuban food and watched a Mexican dance ceremony that I think was based around Aztec culture specifically. It was pretty cool, and so were all the animals we saw. However, I am now absolutely exhausted and I'm pretty sure my nose is sunburnt. Also, I have the worst case of farmers tan now so just fuck my life, right?
Anyways, happy birthday to my big sister, I guess. *shrugs before collapsing on bed*
Some pleasant butterfly memories.
He poses, even in really weird situations.
Some spoopy water marks.
One time, in my freshman year of high school, there was this huge assembly that happened in the school’s auditorium. That or it was a performance of some kind, but that’s not really important.
After the “whatever it was” ended, I left with all of the other students to get back to my classroom. While I was walking into the main school building, I noticed a teeny tiny frog sitting on the ground beside some bushes. It was about the size of a thumbnail and nobody else seemed to notice it, so I went over and stood by it to make sure that no one would step on the poor thing on accident. After a while, everyone had already made their way inside the building and I was still just stood there with a tiny frog, trying to think of a way to coax the thing back into the bushes without touching it. (I touch my face a lot and the school bathrooms were terrifying, so touching things like frogs is not a good idea)
Then, out of nowhere, the schools new principal came over and asked me what I was doing. I pointed out the frog and he kind of just stood there for a second like, “you just made yourself late to class to protect a frog?” Then he just laughed a bit, picked up the frog, and plopped the tiny thing onto some leaves in the bushes. Then he just told me to get to class before I got in trouble for being late.
Pretty mush everybody in my school hated our new principal for being a hard-ass. I, however, gave him my full support. All because he decided to help me out and rescue that tiny frog.
IT’s the little things like that that make the world seem like a better place.
Just some normal conversation from a year ago. And soon, Christmas shall come once again... Soon...
Just a cat drinking water. And getting very close to the camera... And shouting at me.
You don’t.
You just suffer in silence and hope for the best.
(Legit tho, just go up to him and ask.)
(Don’t bear around the bush.)
(Gather up all of your courage, maybe get your friends to help hype you beforehand, and just directly tell him you’re interested and you want to date him.)
(If he says no, then you can at least stop worrying about asking now(tho it may be a bit painful for a time.))
(And if he says yes, then congrats!)
(You will have a boyfriend.)
(So good luck, my friend!)
(Be brave!)
(We believe in you!)
science side of tumblr how do you ask a boy out??
I think I have a pretty average life. However... Nobody in Florida is normal or sane, I've never been good with emotions, My entire family is completely borked, I have way too many trains of thought going on in my head at once, and I obsess over things way more than is probably healthy. *sighs* I should probably get help...
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