I am tresia. I like the moon and the stars. I like people who don't like me back, it wasn't intentional nor a hobby, i swear. 

I like swearing and regretting it after. 

I always feel sorry but not really. Even  I was confused with my feelings. 

I act as if i'm cool but failed miserably. i like guys who jokes around but cry when they made me joke. 

i want everybody to like me or at least think i am not that despicable, for the sake of my mental health and not spent hours lying in my bed thinking on what did I say wrong and being sorry about expressing what make sense to me without offending anyone but that seems impossible.