I’m needy…


I just took a love language quiz for like the fifth time ever and got the same results I normally do, my love languages are quality time and physical touch.

Translation: I’m a needy ass bitch.

I know this, and yet somehow I still end up trying to downplay that shit.

Like your girl loves to just kick it and be annoying, and when it comes to romantic partners, I’m touchy-feely AF.

I just really enjoy the presence of certain people, only certain people. Otherwise, I don’t like people and hate socializing.

I can’t really explain my obsession with physical touch but it brings me joy, it makes me feel comfortable and safe and idk.

So yeah, I’m a needy bitch, which is why I’ve been horrible at casual things thus far. People tend to think I’m more enamored with them than I actually am (and by “people” I mean boys). They take my need for quality time and consistency as a sign that I’m rushing a relationship (knowing damn well half of them aren’t worthy of being my man).

Even though boys are definitely stupid and mostly to blame for the poor state of my romantic life, I take some of the blame because I acknowledge my neediness.

Now I just need them to read this so they can better understand the real facts of life lol.

Life is a movie

Sometimes it’s a horror film, other times it’s a drama,but the one genre my life never seems to implore is romance. Like sometimes, it comes close to being a romantic comedy. It only comes close because generally those end with flourishing romance.

Nah, your girl couldn’t even really tell you what a romantic date is.

I scare boys. I just came to this conclusion.

Well not really, I’ve always felt like I intimidate them for a bunch of reasons, but at this point in my life I scare boys because I am everything they need.

That sounds cocky, but it’s true. I spent a long time thinking boys didn’t like me because I wasn’t attractive, and the boys who did like me were only attracted to me for certain things that they’d use me for and then toss me.

I’m realizing now that boys don’t make moves because they recognize that I am gf/wifey material. They can’t handle that yet.

Bro I don’t know what’s happening, but right now through various conversations with people I’m really done with life’s romance shenanigans. I don’t got the time. I’m a whole blessing to this earth, anyone who can’t see that isn’t for me.

That’s that.