will you be around?

I don't make sense.
I get angry too quickly.
I am hopeless.
I am way too opinionated.
I am selfish.
I am alone.
I don't try hard enough.
I want to be accepted.
I need attention.
I am shallow.

I am only human.

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Sep 11

“See I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone” Tracy Chapman

will you be around?

I don't make sense. I get angry too quickly. I am hopeless. I am way too opinionated. I am selfish. I am alone. I don't try hard enough. I want to be accepted. I need attention. I am shallow. I am only human.

I don't make sense.
I get angry too quickly.
I am hopeless.
I am way too opinionated.
I am selfish.
I am alone.
I don't try hard enough.
I want to be accepted.
I need attention.
I am shallow.

I am only human.