Die Diery,

I hate spilling over my feelings here "again" but I just can't contain it.
Sometimes I feel so happy that I could die but, occasionally, I question myself if what I'm feeling is  real or is it just happening in my head.
I'm a really bad guesser but I do think a lot. I call it overthinker.
So, when this person showed up and made me wonder this and that with every little thing he did... I resent feeling insecure. I think I am an oxytocin addict. I get attached pretty firmly if you talk to me every day and night.
You know I used to see the little goodness in a jerk I knew before but it went off awfully in the end. 
Past experience makes me a little vulnerable.


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