I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.
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Why I don’t like telling someone I like them.
I get treated differently. They see that they now have control of my feelings and they fuck around with it. If they don’t feel the same, they’ll act like they do instead of being straight forward about it. Right when I start to like them more and more, they either leave or they already found someone else. That fucking hurts.
