When I told you that I had more than the one blog, and you told me I should delete the others
I stopped liking you just a little bit.

Something between regret and relief.

I'm sorry.
For what?
For being shy.
You don't have to be sorry, that's why I like you.

Dear you (and by you I mean all of you)

Please don't do that again.
You have no idea how it affected me.
That when you say those things, I keep it inside of me and it waits, grows, festers.
Don't you know I am insecure and unsure enough all ready, and am always doubting myself?
That what you said wouldn't and couldn't be easily shrugged off and forgotten like maybe you thought it would?
My sister's boyfriend was right when he said "They had no right to say that to you."
You didn't have any right to.

I like it when our arms brush.
Your touch gives me violent butterflies.

My Weaknesses.

I am an awkward person,
I hate confrontation,
I won't ask for much,
I hate being forced to be someone or something I'm not,
I overthink things too much,
I can't look you in the eye,
I stress too much,
I hate being shut down,
I care too much about what other people think,
I am not sure about a lot of things,
If you doubt me I will doubt myself,
I am confused about how I feel and probably always will be,
I judge myself too much,
I am told that I am too nice,
I care too much about people that don't care about me,
I am a shy person although I try not to be,
I need reassuring a lot,
I take everything to heart,
I have a slightly overactive guilt complex,
I fear a lot of things,
I live in the land of 'what if,'