I'm a well read technosexual who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
when you explain introverts to your therapist and he proves he doesn't understand by texting you at eleven thirty when you're working at seven thirty the next morning. y'know, to prove he understands introverts.
because all we really want is for you to deprive us of sleep so we can have conversations that are kinda unwanted, especially given the circumstances. and then you realize that ending the first snippy text in response with it's common courtesy not to text people that late will only result in a follow up text so you have to send another one saying you'll be mad if he texts back and apology.
sooooo... completely awake now, yay? also :/
also so diving for the melatonin now.