I know;
I’m not perfect. Nobody is.
Here’s what I’ve realized so far:
I worry. It consumes me.
I over-analyze.
I get lonely, and I can’t help it.
I have trouble expressing my emotions.
I have trouble understanding my emotions.
I obsess, and I can’t help it.
You— whoever you are— you consume me.
I idealize.
I surrender. I’m adverse to conflict.
And then I explode one day from built-up resentments.
I try to be your everything.
I try to be exactly what you want.
I fall too fast.
And look at that. :) I still think I’m a pretty cool person.
