I love you. You love me not for you love another.For I love for second time he love not me.I do stupid ackward things.I have no talent,but that doesn,t mean I can't do little things.I have not the attention of the people I had feelings for.That can be in the past while in the future I may have someone to love me.That doesn't change my broken heart now.

I tried and tried to be someone evryone expect me to be.But I just fail to be.So I thought being myself is good.Some times I stress over things I do.I have anxiety issues but just can't help it.People juge me,but they don't know the real me.