I’m awkward.

I laugh a lot.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I try not to complain all the time.

I give everyone the benefit of the doubt.

I let self-doubt hinder me from my full potential.

I trust people, even though I know better.

My bark is bigger than my bite.

There’s often a smile on my face, but weeping in my heart.

I get attached too easily and don’t like to let  go.

I try to look pretty, but inside I still feel like the gawky girl I once was.

I like to think I’m spontaneous, but I’m not.

I’ve been hurt. Badly.

I’m not perfect.

But I’m just gonna be me and see where life takes me.