Who knew that I would end up being the worst thing for you.
I'm playful in a time where we need to be serious.
I'm moody when there's nothing wrong.
I'm needy when you need your space.
I'm distant when I'm spending time with you.
I say the wrong things at the wrong time.
I do things that I don't even think twice about before doing.
I'm stressful, I'm too hard to handle, I ask for too much, I give too little.
I question "us" almost every other day.
The other days I just want to shower you in love and affection.
I confuse myself, so I can't even begin to imagine the shitstorm I've created in your brain.
All I know is..
I'm a wreak both with and without you.