Don't say nice things about me, don't compliment me. I don't understand this.
I do have emotions. They come out at the wrong times. I cried enough through my depression, I don't think there are many tears left so I don't want to waste them. I cry over regrets and lost chances, not so much over you.
I lose "friends" like empty crisp bags. I enjoyed the contents of the relationship for a while. Or did I? Do I care that I have lost them? Nah, it's no biggie cause now no-one bothers me, yay win!
Only one main friend I can rely on now. Because she understands my depression and mood swings. Not sure she could ever understand my constant issue but she tolerates my strangeness.
Don't talk over me when I've plucked up all that courage to make my point. I'll just stop talking and walk off. I won't compete. I don't own my own trumpet never mind know how to blow one.
I don't like rude or crude. I'm changing on this because I don't care anymore whereas it was once repulsive to me. But it's usually just not funny anyway.
Very high moral standards. Don't lie to me. And definitely don't cheat on me. It only happened the once and I can't get past it. Loyalty is important to me but don't make any special effort, I won't think any less of you than the zero I already likely feel.
Sex If you really must but I'd prefer it if you didn't. It could be nice, if you consider my feelings.
Family - you are. And I know you are there.
Forgetful. Procrastinator. Absolutely no motivation unless challenged then I'll do stuff just to spite you or myself. Can cook, won't cook. Locked in, curtains drawn. Don't call. Ignoring you often offends but I won't care.
Things have to be placed right. Don't ever move my stuff.
Solitude. Book. Music. Food. TV. Nature. Internet. There's not much else is there?
Oh yeah. That one person. A man. Perhaps who understands? I still make wrong choices. The search continues but at an extremely slow pace. And if you can't be bothered then I most definitely can't.
Don't try to fix me. I want to change but I'll do it in my own time and on my own terms.
So, what am I then?
Just myself +