I have hasty emotions. I drunk text, and often regret it. I'm sensitive. I'm the queen of 'dishing it out, but can't take it.' In the midst of my womanly confidence, somewhere you'll find an insecure toddler. I say 'I'm Fine' when I'm really not. I'm an impulse buyer. I'll spend my last on shoes. I yo-yo diet. 'Procrastination' is my middle name. I'm easily annoyed. I love hard. I get those 'time-of-the-month' pimples when it's not 'that time of the month.' I love my boyfriend, but I'm having an affair with food. I've cheated on tests. I drink lattes... everyday. I've allowed others to change me. I pursue what sometimes has no potential. I give second chances. Third chances. Fourth chances. I trust everyone. I'm a selfish lover. I'm spoiled. I dwell on the past. I cry often. I'll ask you not to do to me the very thing I'll do to you, and justify it by saying, 'I know MY intentions'. I just learned how to balance friendships. I color my hair at least once a month. I care a lot more than I should. I lock myself out of my car...frequently. I sometimes snoop through people's phones. I say I'll stop cursing, but some things just sound better when you throw one in there....bitch. I'll spend an hour just refreshing my Twitter page. I love to write, but I neglect my blogsite from time to time. I daydream everyday about what I WANT to be, when I should be using that time actually making it happen. I try my hardest to make EVERYONE happy, even if it means I'm miserable. I'm indecisive. I worry.......a lot.
Even with a million and one reasons not to.........
.......will you still love me?
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