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2021-05-02 14:42:16This is going to come out as a complete shocker, but I'm horrible at talking to girls.
Yes, I said it. I'm fucking terrible at talking to girls.
Before you get all confused and all, "Sebastian, are you really that hungover?" on me, let me break it down for you a bit.
When I say I'm terrible at talking to girls, I mean that I'm terrible at talking to girls that I care about. Throughout my life, I haven't had many girls that I truly cared for. There was Sonya, but she was one of my best friends. There was Gloria, but she was a mother figure to me. I cared about Ingrid, but not the way that she cared about me; I didn't love her like she loved me. Regardless, I always thought th
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