♥ Everything I'm not
I stutter in the presence of a formidable and intimidating personality
I am vulnerable to incessant ramblings when faced with attractive people
I stumble and slip on my heels when noone is watching
I fall asleep anywhere, anytime since my eyelids have a mind of their own
I still get left out in conversations
I am still a dork at heart
People either adore me or they hate me
