I’m not the prettiest girl out there.
I don’t have the best physical assets that might attribute to someone’s liking.
Shit, I probably don’t have a lot of the things someone would want in a girl.
I probably have a lot of the characteristics that others would look past in an instant.
I’m problematic, emotional, overanalytical, and at times hateful towards myself.
I’m secretive, aloof, and sometimes I expect more than what I can handle.
I’m odd, weird, and troublesome. I think too much, I’m too sad sometimes.
I hesitate a lot when it comes to big decisions.
I’m often over-looked. I’m very selfish.
I’m under the influence too much, ‘cause I feel like my life is boring.
I sing my heart out to let go, ease the stress, or because I just need that daily fix.
I’m, most of the time, a constant mess.
I’m usually in ruts and bad situations that I put upon myself.
I’m too much of this, too much of that.
Not enough of this, not enough of that.
But despite it, if you can handle all of what I am and you ain’t scared, I’ll let you in with the warmest of welcomes and in the realest of ways.
Sidenotes:
Thank you for not sending me to the asylum despite my crazy goodnight calls, middle in the morning texting and random out of the blue I Love You. I know I am hard to keep up with at times.
