I pride myself on having excellent self-control. When it comes to drugs and alcohol I simply don't do drugs and feel most comfortable drinking with my parents.
This doesn't make me a *****. It just makes me self-aware.
In fact, I pride myself on being self-aware. When It comes to emotions and *** I identify my emotions And I don't let my hormones pressure me into anything.
But that's just it. How long can I keep that up? My resolve is bending. It's far from breaking, but I'm doubting my ability to hold it strong.
Like I said, your hand is literally burning into my side. And I love it. But I don't love you.
I can tell my options are multiplying and the attention I get is expanding and I am terrified of making the wrong choices.
I pride myself on self-control and awareness but they just make me more ignorant. I know what's going through my head but I don't know what's going on with my body.
For now, I'll put you all in a box and observe you. It's not because I don't want to be close to you, It's because I literally have not ******* I idea what to do. Literally no clue.
So I'll just wait to see who brings me Dahlias first.