I usually prefer book boyfriends, but my new roomie is hella hot.

He's also my long lost BFF, and after a screen only relationship with him, I finally get some actual face time. Only problem is, I've got the addiction. The social media addiction. It's bad. And I can't seem to keep my phone out of my face.

I better figure it out soon, though. Eric's got my whole heart, but how in the world can he know that?

Just when I think I've got my social anxiety under control, the girl I've been pining for sets me off all over again.

I've been through therapy. Still at it, actually. My ex messed me up—well, more. I've always been kinda messed up. And now that I've got the chance at the real thing with my best friend, I can't keep her attention long enough to make a move.

Am I really that repulsive, or is her fantasy world just way more interesting?