I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm selfish, obssesive, discumbobulated, and irrational. I make the same mistakes over and over again. I'm slow to learn, stubborn in my ways. I'm too rediculouse and agressive with my affections to others. Juvenile and immature best describes me. I lack enthusiasm in my life and prefer to keep to myself. My feelings are fragile, my spirit is weak. I love passionately - sometimes too passionately. I hurt those close to me because I do not undersrand how intense my passion is. This is my curse, my burden, my hardship. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I don't want you compelled to offer me your support. I just want you to be my friend and try to understand that I'm crazy, messed up, and that's just the way things are with me; that sometimes I will need a good slap, punch, or a 2x4 whacked against my head to make me wake up and realize how dumb I am being.