Nevergirl’s

Hello.

My name is Chin.

I’m stringy-haired, greasy-faced, and I have crooked teeth which makes me not want to smile. I have a lot of health issues, and I loathe that about myself because every time I come down with some kind of bug, I start worrying about getting an insurance quote. I know I make myself sound like some defective software, but that’s precisely what I feel like on most days – faulty, on the brink of being out of order, forever in need of new parts.

I’m a procrastinator; I’m disorganized; and I’m an underachiever.

I know what my plans are, but I’ve no idea how they got to be derailed so bad.

I can’t cook, but I’m learning how to do it without setting myself or the kitchen on fire.

I’m a shoddy friend to many people I love. I hate that I can’t stop being so guarded with my thoughts and my emotions because I know this breaks their heart… and mine. I’ve no excuse, just the explanation that letting go of toxic friendships had been so terrible instead of putting more of myself into the ones that nourish me, I put up a ridiculous number of walls to make sure it never happens again.

I get lost in my thoughts often.

I wish I could be sweeter and more affectionate. Instead, I’m matter-of-fact, a Redbull-swilling optimist who keeps forgetting where she placed her mobile phone and what she’s supposed to do the next day.

Still, I am loved, and for this, I’m infinitely grateful.

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