You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.