haha i have them all the time The answer is Yes, as it is part of the freedom of speech act. A room would be much better as to keep people who don't want to hear it out. May i ask your religion/belief? I myself am agnostic.

Depp is Deep.

That's all I have to say about that.

"It was too hard for me to go up there becuase I am so shy."
"Being shy is ok."

So why do you feel so terrible?

Getting a job where you are forced to talk with people all day will cure your shyness. Taking a speaking class will give you confidence. You can force yourself to overcome personal problems by putting yourself in situations where you must confront them regularly.

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It made no mention of your beliefs...

Well, the difference between being shy and being talkative is that in the end you usually don't get what you want. Also, it can cause a lot of problems because of miscommunication.
If you choose to stay shy all your life just be prepared that others that stand up more for themselves are more likely to achieve the things they want to achieve.

Take some leadership classes or something...

This may seem like a stupid question and I don't mean to offend, but why did you want the severe part of the thunderstorm?

Lolly might be right though. Seeing a therapist is nothing to be ashamed of. And it sounds like you could use it.

I think you need to go see a therapist.

Emo much?
It's just the weather. It will go away.
It's normal....

Enrique pretty much inspires my life. LOL

I think this song would be perfect for the soundtract to my life on some special occation, where in the rain I walk up to a beautiful girl that I have been friends with since I was young. She probally lives next door, or behind my house so I have to jump over a fence to get to her house. For some reason I have never told her my feelings. She has just dumped a douch-bag boyfriend who treated her badly. This happens the night before the big prom at school. Since I am a year older I have already had my chance to go last year, but I didn't, because I said I thought proms were dumb; but really it was because I only ever imagined myself going with her. I see the ex-boyfirend's car pull away after I heard them fighting. I am able to see her window from my kitchen where I am sitting eating chicken noodle soup and reading a day old newspaper. I decide I should go over to her house. It is pouring rain, but I got out only in a pair of jeans (too long in the leg) and a light blue cotton button up. I am soaked before I get to the end of my yard. My barefeet hurt climbing the chainlin fence that has seperated us since we were kids. I get to her window and throw rocks at her widow pain, like I always have done, there is a small pile I can always seem to find the perfect rocks in. She come to the window, and I see her smile as she notices me...