Therefore I think I probably never really wanna be in love. No thanks to stupidity.
Today, I said, "Sorry I am weak". The response was, "Don't worry about it. You're not built to the standard size of a trimmer anyway". Oufff.
That statement was probably said to make me feel better but maybe because I am tired and therefore overly sensitive, but that was a blow to my esteem.
Maybe sailing really isn't my sport after all. Food for thought.
And you probably weren't avoiding me. I should stop thinking. Because thinking only makes the problem seem a lot bigger than it really is. Plus, what good does thinking about it do for me. Meh.
Good night world, sleep, please cure my bruises.
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