/lit/ - Literature

>>23353228
>I don't think she likes me.
kek. Reminds me of a quote from Otto Weininger

>Only maternal love indiscriminately encompasses everything that the mother has ever carried in her womb. It is a cruel admission to make to oneself, as well as to the mother and the child, that this is precisely what reveals the totally unethical nature of maternal love, the love that persists regardless of whether the son becomes a saint or a criminal, a king or a beggar, whether he remains an angel or degenerates into a monster.

Considering you need a whole bottle of wine to conjure up courage to call her, I would say your insecurities twist your idea of her perception of you. But what do I know? Certainly not her or you