I hate being the one who has to wait. I hate being the one who’s always expecting something great to happen. I hate that I always assume. I hate how good I am with finding out things, only to find out things that would depress me. Fuck this.

So maybe I talk too much. My laugh isn’t as adorable as it could be. I’m loud, but than i can be quiet. Sometimes i can act like a little kid, other times i can be a stuck up bitch. I’ll get annoying, clingy and angry every once in a while. But that’s what makes up me. And if you don’t love all of me, just don’t bother loving me at all.