𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐚

*my heart drops, I freeze. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm weird? What if they think I'm stupid? What if they think I'm annoying? What if they think I'm a loser? What if they think I'm a freak? What if they think I'm a weirdo? What if they think I'm a creep? What if they think I'm a psycho? What if they think I'm a stalker? What if they think I'm a serial killer? What if they think I'm a murderer? What if they think I'm a rapist? What if they think I'm a pedophile? What if they think I'm a kidnapper? What if they think I'm a terrorist? What if they think I'm a spy? What if they think I'm a government agent? What if they think I'm an alien? What if they think I'm a robot? What if they think I'm a vampire? What if they think I'm a werewolf? What if they think I'm a zombie? What if they think I'm a ghost? What if they think I'm a demon? What if they think I'm an angel? What if they think I'm a God? What if they think I'm a Goddess? What if they think I'm a God or Goddess? What if they think I'm a God or Goddess in

*WHERE IS THAT CILANTRO!? (I frantically run around my kitchen, looking for the special garnish for the soup I’m making you) Don’t screw this up…don’t screw this up…I WANT THEM TO LIKE ME, NOT desPiSe ME!! stupid. stupid. stupid.*

*you see my on the living room floor EATING the Cilantro😭*

*oh. well. there goes my garnish. I should have put it up high…what do I do now? I guess the soup will just have to do without it. I grab a bowl and ladle out some soup, and then I put it on a tray and start to walk towards your room. I get to the door and knock on it*