Confrontation fails/strong jaws and cheekbones

Currently at Annalee's house, holding a stuffed red panda in my lap.

I'm going to get straight to the point:
I wish I had balls.
And no, not bouncy ones or male genitalia, but guts.
Real, hard guts. (Okay, technically in the metaphorical sense, but whatever.)
I can't fucking confront anyone worth a shit.
Yeah, the whole one-on-one talks completely terrify me. And I mean one-on-one confrontation talks where there is actually something to confront. With someone.
Ugh.
I don't know why this bothers me so much.
Maybe it's because I'm generally a social person.
And it's not like I crave attention, but it's nice to be noticed.
In a positive way.
Anyway, back to my lack of my confrontation.
It bothers me.
And I should do something about it.
But then again, I don't think I will.
So why the fuck am I complaining?
FML.

P.S I notice I like defined facial structure ;D
And so does Annalee.
We both think it's sexy.
Strong jaws and cheekbones :)
Let's give that a stranJAY.