But I'm not breezy or light hearted. My feelings are treacherous and my past defines me more than I'd like or it should. I can never make up my mind, so our relationship will be a series of 'I love you's but 'I can't be with you's. I'm probably too honest. I'm self-loathing and, sometimes, I wish I wasn't here. No, I'm not perfect and, yeah, I was foolish enough to try. I get ahead of myself often. But I've only genuinely been in love once. I'm twenty different people at once and it gets really confusing. I fall apart at the worst of times, but only one person has been able to pick me up. He doesn't care, I care too much for my personal wellness.