He was flattered, which always seems like a weird response to give to someone who admitted such fuzzy feelings for you. A crush is never intended to flatter or amuse. A crush is a glorious, malignant tumor that eats away at all of the sanity and self-esteem you have left inside you until you are an empty shell of trite poetry and crying. Don’t be flattered. Be anything but flattered. Except maybe disgusted. That would be sad, too.
A journal entry from September that I had written with the intention of printing out the whole thing and hiding it in my school somewhere. (via bappletree
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.