Listening to the music I used to listen to before you came along.
Discovering new genres I love.
My life gets more different by the day.
I’m happy but I still wish I knew if you were okay or not.
I automatically assume everyone finds me unattractive until they tell me otherwise.
And then i assume that they are lying to make fun of me
"I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t."
"Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love."
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."