
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.
This is great I just might have to do it too! And I am also awkward and laugh a lot they tend to go hand in hand I think!