November 2011
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The Introvert Monologues: I Remember There Being a Love →
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I don’t remember those nights out in California or Maine or wherever the fuck we were. Not specifically, at least. I do, however, remember you. I remember the stars. I remember the ocean. I remember the smell of the sunscreen you wore, even though the only time we went out was late at night or…
Insecurities.
You know what gets me? When someone makes a joke or a comment on something that’s actually one of my insecurities and they don’t realize it. Most of the time, I just try to go along with them while I’m slowly dying on the inside. But people need to be more sensitive, if you notice something negative about a person, you don’t have to point it out to the whole world. Words do hurt and just because something is funny to you, doesn’t mean it will be funny for everyone else.
