I'm a lot of work, I am emotionally unstable, underneath my physical appearance, I'm damaged goods. I'm made out of flaws, my complexity has made it completely impossible for you or anyone else to understand how I function and you'll find 99% of your time baffled and frustrated with who I am as you can't keep up but I was hoping that 1% of good quality I own would be enough for you to not only hold on to me but to also love me wholly and unconditionally.
Alas, creatures.
