"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."
Me — i.e, jpenseur

 I have a pretty vast inner world. Sometimes I fear that this aspect of my character hinders me from being more vulnerable with people. The kind of vulnerable that leads into meaningful relationships. 

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