I Feel Like It's Impossible To Please

I Resent Having To Prove That I'm Not A Retard.

I Have To Really Enjoy Someone's Personality, Not Just Their Looks, Before I'll Kiss Them.

If There's No Sun, I Go Batshit Crazy.

I Don't Know If You're Ever Prepared For Public Scrutiny. I Don't Know If You Can Even Mentally Prepare Yourself For It. But It Is Part Of The Job. It's Maybe Not The Most Pleasant Part But I Get To Experience So Many Other Things That I Shouldn't Be Able To Experience. So, That's The Trade-off.

I Can Cook, But I Also Want Everything To Look Beautiful On The Plate - Then I Get Upset When People Eat It. Everyone Just Tears Through It, And That Makes Me Sad. It's Not A Rewarding Experience For Me To Cook.