Vulnerability is a funny thing. There are certain kinds that are hotter than fuck. And others? Complete turn-offs.
I’m jealous. But I’m not jealous. But I am jealous. [Mostly? I just want to be the center of the universe. As long as I’m confident I’m that, I’m not jealous. But when I’m not? Then I am.]
I like being the boss.
I don’t like being bossed around.
When I’m angry, I stay angry for a bit.
I’m generous with my love.
My hands get cold easily.
Sometimes I chase things/people I shouldn’t.
I procrastinate. Often. Usually, when I’m scared.
I’m often a little scared. I’m rarely very scared.
