people seem to think i'm easy to be friends with or that i'm a good friend, and it's always so gutting to let these people down time after time. i'm actually not that easy to get along with; i'm blunt, i speak my mind, i'm crazy stubborn, and i'm sensitive about weird things. i have unrealistic expectations and a seriously pessimistic personality and a lot of the time i don't make a lot of sense. i spend so much time just dreaming about things, and i think imagination is the most important thing - so i'm always having money troubles and can't stick to deadlines and i'll cry over things that may not even necessarily exist. and i have a crappy memory, and i don't reply to texts or comments or emails very well at all. i can be awkward a lot of the time. i don't think i'm any good at comforting people, either. i'm reserved. i swear. i'm 'scarred' and suspicious and my circle of trust is small and made of steel. i care about some books and characters more than i do about many real life relationships, because frankly they mean more to me and have done for me.
and i always squeeze out too much shampoo and end up wasting your favourite soaps.
there's that, too.
Amenah