I'm a very shy person, who will never ask to intimately connect with you, who will never publicly flirt with you, who will never be as bold as the sun.
I'm a very awkward person, who will look at you with wide eyes instead of replying to your sudden hello, who will laugh nervously at my own jokes, who will never be able to say all the right words.
I'm a very secretive person, who will choose to keep my feelings under my skin than to show it, who will choose when to share my problems, who will be unable to be as truthful as one can be.
I'm a very fragile person, who will crumble under pressure, who will secretly cry and maybe hurt myself to distract my pain, who will get hurt after one, small, mean insult.
I'm a very lame person, who will choose old clothes instead of new ones, who will choose silence instead of noises, who will choose to eat messily instead of properly.
I'm a very possessive person, who will be jealous of anyone close to you, who will want to understand you to the core, who will want nothing but your full attention when you're with me.
I'm a very needy person, who will need you to accept me as I am, who will need you to reason with me, who will need you to make exceptions for me.
I'm a very kinky person, who will let you do things to me as long as I can hold it, who will let you play any roles to satisfy us, who will need you to let me have my ways.
I'm a very anxious person, who will wonder every second if I do or say the wrong thing, who will think that every problem is my fault, who will always think I'm not good enough.
I'm a very unstable person, who will be able to be angry after a laugh, who will never understand myself, who will cry underneath a happy exterior.
I'm a very mean person, who will torture myself to tame my anger, who will tell you lies when problems arise, who will blame people when everything goes downhill.
I'm a very loyal person, who will love you without end, who will look at you and think how you keep glowing after all these times, who will let you in once all the barriers are gone.
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
