Hi, my name’s Helen and I’m an emotionally needy, nervous wreck.
As someone who hates talking to more than 5 people a day I consider myself as a Wednesday Addams/Jennifer Lawrence hybrid: adorable with a snarky, evasive edge. After many an evening spent crying into a tub of Ben and Jerry’s repairing my broken heart in my teenage years I vowed to toughen up and make myself less emotionally available. Since then I’ve taken pride in my ability to blow off social events in favour of a glass of wine and ‘The Vampire Diaries’ and I’ve been called out on not replying to text messages more times than I can count.
However, in recent months I’ve found myself reverting back to various behaviours I used to exhibit as a naive, eighteen year old who wore my heart on my sleeve. I’ve lost all ability to hide my real feelings underneath a mask of contempt and it’s killing me. The emotionally cold, sarcastic bitch has been replaced with a notebook-loving sap who overuses emoticons and sends multiple messages to people despite receiving no reply.
As much as I’ve tried to deny it, I’ll always love the Backstreet Boys and I’ll always wear my heart on my sleeve. My name’s Helen and I’m an emotionally needy, nervous wreck – pleased to meet you!