And you just get really… jittery and your stomach feels funny full of butterflies and lovely things — but a good kind of funny that you can’t seem to get enough of, but at the same time, you wish it were replaced with confidence and boldness that’s like:
YEAH! I’M HERE. YOU’RE HERE. I LIKE YOU! WHOO!
But it never happens that way…………….. >.>; And you end up being completely and utterly speechless.
I feel like a fail sometimes. OTL