It's not like I don't want to, but I have a hefty schedule between working on my books, upcoming scripts... Plus dealing with my mentally challenged older brother. It's a lot of time to put in.
Thanks for the advice, but I'm a writer. Writing is what I do. I wrote honestly from the heart. Asking anything less from a writer would be like asking Leonard Di Vinci to paint a stick figure. Besides, saying gals don't read is a stereotype.
"Am I the perfect man? What is perfect? Are any of us truly perfect? I know I'm not. I have confidence issues, sometimes I cover that a facade of cockiness, but under it all... I'm still very much afraid. So I got quirks but they work. I learned to love those things. All I am is me, me is funny... Me is nerdy, me will be devoted to the one. Are you the one? Am I perfect? No... Am I the perfect man for you... Who knows... Let's find out... Together."
"Next time you feel like, it's one of those days... When you just can't seem to win. If things don't turn out how you planned... Figure something else out! Don't stay down, try again." - Miley Cyrus
Okay, I'll take it down. But makes you wonder if this is a dating site if nobody tells people who they are... I think it's a bit like sinking your own battleship.
Because I don't like the idea. That I am not like most people, I need to fight it if I'm going to break out of the shell of shyness. If mild autism is the cause then I need to fight that, so I can bloom and gain confidence.
You guys never seen Radio Rebel? Debby Ryan's character was completely shy in school, but when she got behind the microphone on the radio she bloomed. The shyness totally disappears, because they couldn't see her Didn't know her. I've been hurt too many times, I think the fear to try again has something to with it. But like Debby Ryan's character. When I write, I bloom... That shy guy vanishes. I am working on getting that same level of confidence in the real world. You can believe or not, the choice is yours. I don't care, I'm not here to convince you of who I am. This is real, this is me.
Why would I do that? I'm mildly Autistic, not a complete loon. I can write things easier than say them, most of the time. I am getting better than I was.
Well you my friend is a cynic... And I refuse to "cynic"... To your level.
And I hate to admit this, but if it gets you off my bloody back... I'll tell you. I am mildly autistic, that is the root of my issues and I am fighting it.
He assumed I was do drugs because of my scars, and normally I'm a brilliant detective. She had no scars that I could see. Then again I wasn't exactly looking for scars.
I'm sorry, I'm on edge right now. I've had a really horrible day. Plus, I've been a victim of cyberbullies in the past... So I can get defensive at times and lose my temper.
Honestly, I can't say for certain. I deduced that part because the guy at the house she told me about thought that I used drugs because of the scars on my arm from years of selling plasma for money while I worked on selling scripts.
I didn't know she was homeless until today! And thank you for making me feel worse. I should have known not to talk about my problems on a stupid forum.
I'm not looking down on her, if anything I'm looking down on me. The drug addiction that bugs me more. Not the first girl that I was attracted to ended up liking only because of drugs. There was one in Jr. High School, her name was Andrea. Long sad story.
I wrote his on my profile
Thank you Molly...