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I'm lazy. I'm awkward and shy around new people, I'm not just being a bitch.

I eat too much chocolate, candy, chips. I don't gain weight.

I drink too much coffee sometimes, even though it gives me headaches.

I'm young; I like to party.

I love the people close to me. I want to spend as much time with them as possible.

Sometimes I get really cranky, out of no where. Sometimes it means I need to be alone, but sometimes it means I need your attention.

Even though we barely speak at all, if you were once a big part of my life, chances are you still mean the world to me. No matter how much you hurt me.

I'm confused. I don't really know what I want.

Sometimes I'm insecure. Sometimes I say things I shouldn't, without thinking. Sometimes I say things I don't mean.

I'm new at this 'love' thing.

But if you want to love me, you have to love all those parts of me.