22yrs on earth and now I’m content and pushing myself to live out my days alone. Why continue with the repeated heartaches wheb I can just deal with my own stuff.
I am funny
I am friendly
I am sweet/kind
I am weird/morbid
I am crazy
I am optimistic
I am enthusiastic
I am shy
I am confident yet…
I am self conscious
I am alone
I am always in love yet…
I am always out of love
I am never the first option
I am never appreciated
I am slowly become a bitch
I am so many things it doesn’t matter
I am not that special!!