Antisocial girl.
Hmm. Guess, it's possibly past time that I start referring to myself as a woman.
But in my head, I'm really just not that grown up.
You could also call me scardy cat.
That would fit just as well.
What's to hide behind?
Withering sarcasm?
Onto it.
Abrupt manor?
Done & dusted.
Physical barrier?
In fucking spades.
If you can't hide behind your own flesh, what the fuck can you hide behind?
I'll get back to you when I have a sensible answer for that question.
Right now, nada, zero, zip, zilch.
But if I were you, I'd be reading spander fic.
But then, I'm a dirty girl.....