I don't know why I feel like I should explain myself when you ask me questions. Sometimes I want to tell you that it's okay, you don't have to get it. You don't have to get me. I don't always get you. And that's okay.
I am 23 years old. I'm tall. I have dark hair and "striking" green eyes. I stand up for my beliefes. Im gay. I love to write. I also love to read. I am kind most of the time. I am passionate about a lot of things in life. I care about other people, even though I tend to make mistakes in a lot of delicate situations A friend to anyone who needs me. An enemy to anyone who harms my friends. I am what I am, and I suppose that over the course of time, as I write more and more, all sides of me will come to surface. …… maybe?
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