I’m way too sensitive. I hate myself for it. It makes me feel weak. I’m on a roller coaster of depression. I’m 25, with a master’s and I still don’t know what to do with my life. I’m afraid. Afraid of the future and the past.  Almost always. I don’t like change. At all. I don’t want to grow up to be like certain people in my life. But I am afraid I might. I despise selfishness. My desk will be organized but my room will be an utter mess. I’m afraid of getting too close to someone once again. It hurt too much last time. I want to be an utter romantic, which is in my nature, but I am afraid of being awkard at it. I am a damn perfectionist. I am stubborn. Oh so stubborn. I drink more than I should. I’m an introvert who enjoys her peace but wouldn’t mind an extroverted partner to pull me out of my hermit cave. I don’t need to be liked, but it would be nice to not be hated. I want to make a difference in the world but I just dont think I have it in me. I am a lazy achiever. Just love me anyways.