Negativities
I walked home, alone. I only had my thoughts with me. I had my eyes and legs on autopilot. My mind was shut down. My ears were disconnected. And my nose wasn’t processing any smell. “How could have I made that interaction better?” I ask myself. I pondered over this specific question on and on, thinking about a few ways on how it could’ve gone. Should I have asked her questions about herself? Should I have commented about the weather? Should I have complimented her hair or her shoes? Should I have asked for her number? Should I have asked for a date? These questions linger on my mind and I couldn’t take it out. I’m somewhat a perfectionist. I want things to go as perfect as possible but when it is currently happening, everything goes into chaos like there is a powerful mystical fo
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