Withdraw Retreat

My fucking neurosis', i tell ya.

How come i'm confident enough to tell someone in authority that "quite frankly I couldn't care less that the number of e-mails in your blackberry differs to that in Outlook", yet the very thought of saying "how about a drink sometime?" makes me retreat into my shell to the point of muteness. I should really know better at this age, and have done before, so why not now?

Fucking Neurosis.