There I was. Standing in front of you, and despite my outgoing personality, too shy to say something. Too scared to make a mistake. This happened when I was 21. I came out of Inpatient Therapy after half a year. And here I was. Alone again. Not that I was too sad about it. I mean I was way too ashamed, thinking I did everything wrong with my past relationship with the friends I had until this point, and that it would be better to not call them. A clear sign in hindsight I still had a long way to go. But I had made progress and stabilized. So I built up my life. Again. And for now it was doing fine. Finally a time for me to relax a time where nothing happened. Well at least nothing out of the ordinary, if I am even allowed to use the word XD.
Well at least until I was shopping and a friend I actually still had picked me up. At least that was the plan.
In reality, I was sitting on your lap. I perked up, but I didn't really move away from you.
"Wow, that person has a nice face", I thought. I mean that was at least my intention. But I blurted that sentence out instead. "Hi", I said in panic, turning my head around, only to be even closer to your face. I was beet red and stammering: "I-I-I-I am Molly. It feels very good to meet you, I mean it is nice to meet you. Not that I mean you feel bad! Your lap kinda turns me..." I stopped mid sentens and burried my head in my hands. "God please kill me. I am so ashamed right now." I said, while still just sitting on your lap.
