I’m that awkward potato that sits alone, wishing to join the group. I’m also that kid who laughs at absolutely nothing, and stares at her crush when she thinks he’s not looking. I mostly talk about how awkward and shy I am because I don’t know how to ask him out, I’ve never had to ask anyone out before. I would cross oceans for people who wouldn’t jump puddles for me, but I fall for those who do jump those puddles. I sit in the corner and write depressing poetry in the margins of my book, and if you looked in my eyes, you’d see pain and regret.