I am not who you think i am. I am not even close to the illusion that you have made up in your mind.You think you know.but now I will set the story straight:
I lack confidence. I am clumsy. When I get nervous or awkward I make a joke. I try hard to be "perfect" even though I say it does not exist. I love pretending because I don't have to say exactly what i feel. I push people away. Even though it hurts me more than it hurts them. The one thing I want is the one thing I can never have. I hate being happy because I am afraid that it will go away. I don't want to stay where I am forever. But I am afraid to go out on my own. I hate to be alone because all it does is gives me time to think about how messed up things really are. I want to feel wanted. I hate feeling used. I love. I hate. I cry. I smile. I am human. I am Imperfect. I have flaws. I am me.
