Whenever I see a hot guy, I get so sad knowing that I’ll probably just let him pass me by. Since I won’t have the guts to talk to him, and the worst part about it is the slight chance of me ever running into him again. I hate being so shy.

Consider yourself special if I stay up just to talk to you. Sleep is like the most important thing on my list, and if I’m willing to lose it for you, you must mean something to me.

Regardless of how attractive you are, if you’re a flirt, you’re off limits to me. I wouldn't mind being your friend, but there’s no way I would allow myself to fall for you. I know better than to develop feelings for someone who will only hurt me in the long run.

Not many people can take my breath away, but you don't even have to try.

My weird texting habits:

I’m usually engaging and fun to text during the first couple of texts. As the conversation continues, I automatically turn into the boring-est person to talk to, and switch from a two minute responder to a two hour responder. Other times, I just set my phone down after reading a text without replying. I feel so bad for my friends who have to wait on me but there’s always that one person in my contacts who I look forward to seeing their name pop up on my phone, and I always reply to their texts as fast as I can.

One question that has been in the back of my head of the longest time is if I have ever made a big impact on someone’s life, not just an impact where someone remembers my name, but some type of impact that’s big enough to stir up someone’s emotions. Like, as they sit there in the dark, they would try to recollect broken thoughts of me, they would stare at the clock impatiently until it hits 11:11 to wish for me to come back into their life, they would spend time to dwell on the unchangeable, for me. I wonder if I have ever walked out on someone, anyone, and left them with a heartbreak without the intentions of doing so. Because I know for a fact that there are many others who have impacted my life this way.

I wouldn't mind falling in love with a best friend.

Too bad I have never liked a best friend like that. 
But damn, it must be amazing to fall in love with someone who knows you inside and out, someone who won’t give up on you easily.

I bottle up feelings, like old wine. It’s just a natural thing for me since everyone claims they understand after you tell them something, but I know no one truly understands because they’re not going through what I've been through. I guess it becomes a habit after awhile, and you get used to it. I have a hard time telling people how I feel anyways.

P E R S P E C T I V E

I've always wanted to see myself in someone else’s perspective.

What their first impression would be. How they feel about me. What they feel towards me. How I appeal to them. How they’d judge me. Every little thing always interest me. See whether each and everyone of you share a similar or different view on things.

One thing for sure, I really want to perceive myself from different angles of the human eye.