I’m narcissistic, I’m pessimistic, I’m obsessive, I’m insecure, and I am so afraid of intimacy that every one of my relationships is a journey of self-sabotage that inevitably ends in a black vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.
I could make a 100 gifs of every Family Guy episode!
Christmas brings too much pressure to be jolly and happy and be surrounded by people.
(Complaining about casting & shit)
Have you read the book?
THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I have the worst social skills ever. I always get angry or defensive, which makes things worse. I just don’t know the right things to say.