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I can half talk to and not at all to–

I can half ass talk to the girls that look like they coochie coochie coo me as a child but not at all to those who look like they'd ignore me as a child. There is an ology to this. To as a women as to men, the ones that look like they'd care for me but attractive not at all and don't want to talk to the ones wearing glasses (look like they'd molest me) but I can talk to them. There are standards in the mind that have us all sex to say, I can risk talking to someone or not. Attractiveness is the new scary.

You might as well have sharp teeth and horns.

Basically, you see someone and judge them by their cover.

No matter who you are, you do this. Xll or not would never even consider me a mate, not a matter of falsidity;

Its a matter of understanding worldly ways and frustrations of success to beauty and research of the truth that is ugly to know that makes one seem as ugly inside as the world is inside as people they are if those of the world admitted to themselves how they actually were.

–as I can be the first to step forward so you can also admit it.

You don't like the beach either.

You stay in the low water because the grossness of the water is disgusting but it sure is pretty to be there.


Basic sin to look at now.

They are fun to look at though (:!

Yay the internet =')

(smile crooked doubled dagger)


middle school girl stuck in HS

and high school girl a 2 grades above you're not allowed to talk too because you have no social connection. [Girls, relate this in your turn table situation of understanding.]


I could probably speak somewhat but not ask out because I don't dare take that risk. She's a nice girl. I watch her all the time! She is a coochie coochie coo as well. One that I also probably would be like yeah I can talk to you but also... only if you approach me first. Not if not otherwise, I am not talking to you. I'll ask you for a pencil maybe... but maybe not–because as soon as I get the pencil out of my pencil case and sharpen it oh so perfect for your hands alone you'll have the asshole next to me give you an already sharpened pencil having the other asshole behind me go "Oooo! hahaha" and laugh because I took too long. Thank Fuck-ass.
I could probably speak somewhat but not ask out because I don't dare take that risk. She's a nice girl. I watch her all the time! She is a coochie coochie coo as well. One that I also probably would be like yeah I can talk to you but also... only if you approach me first. Not if not otherwise, I am not talking to you. I'll ask you for a pencil maybe... but maybe not–because as soon as I get the pencil out of my pencil case and sharpen it oh so perfect for your hands alone you'll have the asshole next to me give you an already sharpened pencil having the other asshole behind me go "Oooo! hahaha" and laugh because I took too long. Thank Fuck-ass.
These girls would all call me ugly and call me. Middle school to where your anxiety to talk to girls starts because on the first day of school you had to take a pretty girls lunch seat because no one to sit next too and then you had no choice but to be closed off to everyone. You literally had to skip lunch through out all middle school and you thought middle school would be fun but it just lingered to high school and there was 0 chance you were going to make friends because the girl was that pretty. You had no way to redeem yourself because you were the loser that went to go to math class during lunch with the excuse that you wanted to learn math better when in reality it was because you had nowhere else to go because no one would let you sit by them... but yeah–these girls might coochie coochie coo but overall the angst of it all is the idea of if these girl were ideal for you; they would be hard to talk too. If not then they'd be easy to talk too until you suddenly get shipped and are forced into a relationship but there is a ton of examples I can come up with... the point is you start somewhere and DON'T, DON'T TAKE A PRETTY GIRLS LUNCH SEAT JUST BECAUSE THERE IS NOWHERE TO SIT. JUST SIT ON THE FLOOR.
These girls would all call me ugly and call me. Middle school to where your anxiety to talk to girls starts because on the first day of school you had to take a pretty girls lunch seat because no one to sit next too and then you had no choice but to be closed off to everyone. You literally had to skip lunch through out all middle school and you thought middle school would be fun but it just lingered to high school and there was 0 chance you were going to make friends because the girl was that pretty. You had no way to redeem yourself because you were the loser that went to go to math class during lunch with the excuse that you wanted to learn math better when in reality it was because you had nowhere else to go because no one would let you sit by them... but yeah–these girls might coochie coochie coo but overall the angst of it all is the idea of if these girl were ideal for you; they would be hard to talk too. If not then they'd be easy to talk too until you suddenly get shipped and are forced into a relationship but there is a ton of examples I can come up with... the point is you start somewhere and DON'T, DON'T TAKE A PRETTY GIRLS LUNCH SEAT JUST BECAUSE THERE IS NOWHERE TO SIT. JUST SIT ON THE FLOOR.



This is gigi! No not PVPgurl from the hit mmorpg World of Warcraft, This is a coochie coochie coo girl that I would blush around then not speak to her. Same as the first girl because she is cute but damn I am not walking up to talk to you. Especially after checking myself in the mirror 30 minutes at school and failing to even stutter 2 words.
This is gigi! No not PVPgurl from the hit mmorpg World of Warcraft, This is a coochie coochie coo girl that I would blush around then not speak to her. Same as the first girl because she is cute but damn I am not walking up to talk to you. Especially after checking myself in the mirror 30 minutes at school and failing to even stutter 2 words.



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Now this...

This...

This wouldn't

Talk to me ever.











This girl is so pretty that people are afraid to approach her and so she might just stay single forever or end up settling for someone. The difference between this one and a different one I could pick for the example is that this girl (One) or slang or girl or way you perceive this as Gigi is telling me no one wants to read this but I have a point for the kid that the dumbass parent isn't teaching. This girl is smart and I can tell.

She's not settling and she's not clubbing or doing anything out the ordinary. ≠ The point to this is–the point... I can't even look a girl like this in the eyes without wanting to look away or with a smile on my face that says "I'm nervous." even the idea of a reflection that to say the smile is just "I don't want to be here right now."

Even more examples of what I tried to say in the idea of I can't even imagine myself holding this girls hand. Why is she talking to me again?

Because I'm not. I'm not talking to this. I'm too scared. I'm sorry. I'm scared...

But if I could do it again. I would Tokyo revengers takamitchy every beautiful girl like that I could see and hope we hit it off and get along because its the risks you don't take you regret. {

Anime is about a guy who goes in time to save the girl he cares about from death. A loser that can't fight and becomes leader of a gang because he has heart. This relates if you can see it as a bunch of people who seem cool but can't flirt for shit. In most animes, the characters have 0 idea how to flirt and still manage somehow.

} Damn, don't I know it.

So many know it even women; know this post is mainly for my young gentlemen out there for reason of I know there aren't many people who talk about this stuff...

I say the stuff people do not say because you witness the world and know exactly how the world can be.

----------- Sure, I don't know these girls in fullness or at all except online persona right... but I am using you girls as a general example to not even flo associate your personality but how the veiled world perspective/perception of what can be put together would look at you and say "Oh this is this type of girl and that, that type." As known, much you women know about men as well no? Yes.

Or do I lie? Do you lie to yourself about the men you'd rather than wouldn't? Let us be more honest. Even. If I could try again even if it's the worst introduction ever...


"Hello pretty girl, I am extremely afraid to talk to you but here I am; maybe we can talk more during these short breaks and I can be afraid to approach you every-time until I am brave enough to walk up to you and say your name without being nervous with conversation that would make you smile and have you see me as someone worthy of your time..."


Maybe that is too bold but I would go back and try it all. Here is a variation. "Hello pretty girl, I am extremely afraid to talk to you but here I am; maybe we can talk more during these short breaks and I can be afraid to approach you every-time(.) |||||||||| until I am brave enough to walk up to you to be seen as a normal person(.) |||||||||| –(.)

-------------- Anyways pretty lady, I hope I didn't offend you.



If that advice wasn't good enough the idea is to try.

Try. You're too afraid to ask your parents and no one will help you. (They're advice is probably garb.)

Try.

If there is anything you get out of this it IS to TRY.

If you're in school it's easy... eventually everyone in high school is a loser. So take the L, I didn't try and I was a loser in school. I wish I tried at the very least so I had a reason to be called a loser. Carry that L and use it to write your story.

Your life will thank you. I will thank you. Your journey will motivate someone to accomplish it someday. So write that story. You're not the main character at all. You're the writer.




I hope my honesty assist a young boy out there to speak up even if they embarrass themselves and cry afterwards because if you strike out that badly... Maybe you'll be able to actually love someone beautiful and not who you get stuck with based of neural pathway nusage. The important thing about this is–I am dead inside. Thank you world. I no longer wish to be happy. Stop forcing it. If you have to eventually die what is the point... but that is what i have evolved too. No regard of becoming or not but you should be happy. So do your best!

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