Sometimes, I think I’m too exigent.
Sometimes, I think I’m looking for a prince charming that does not exist (I want a tauren on a black war kodo)
Sometimes, I think I’m too critical of people.
Sometimes, I don’t trust my intuition when it’s screaming at me, because I think I’m crazy.
However, all that is fixed with stalking. No, I’m not talking only about the graphs…
It confirms all those bad feelings I ditch away because I think I’m too exigent, snob, critical.
Thank you, God, for the Internet.
Thank you, Satan, for giving me the ability, to see what other’s try to hide.