oh my fucking GODDDDDDDD

I don't know why my brain enjoys torturing me with these self-imposed challenges. I think that the physiological need for human connection is overriding my need for avaricious isolation.

I'm trying to talk to this girl so MAYBE I can get to know her better and MAYBE, through an elaborate and overcerebral plan, get her to fall in love with me. The worst part is I don't even like her that much.. I can't really "fall in love" with someone unless I get to know them well. She's really cute and so cool and way out of my league so I'm probably not even going to get to that stage of getting to know her even as a friend because I'm so fucking nervous and the only thing I can do is STARE AT THE BACK OF HER HEAD LIKE A PERVERT.

I was able to get her instagram from a mutual friend, so I've just been stalking her page.

Maybe I am a pervert....