But, I can\u2019t be my best self all the time. I have moments when I\u2019m weak<\/a> e il lato brutto prende il sopravvento. Ho bisogno che tu lo sappia. Ho bisogno che tu mi ami<\/a> in ogni caso.<\/p>\n Posso diventare un idiota solo perch\u00e9 qualche piccola cosa non \u00e8 proprio come voglio io. Posso scartare il compromesso solo perch\u00e9 sento che dobbiamo fare le cose a modo mio. Ho bisogno che tu lo capisca. Ho bisogno che mi perdoniate per questo.<\/p>\n Sometimes it\u2019s hard for me to remember that I like the compassionate and strong version of me better. Sometimes, I forget what it feels like to help another human being. I forget the warmth around my heart when I do something nice. I like being that person. But I\u2019m not that person all the time.<\/p>\n Sometimes I\u2019m that selfish that I forget that I\u2019m not the most important one. There are billions of people around me and people who are close to me are the ones who suffer because of my behavior. I\u2019m that selfish because I wander off in my thoughts. They are running wild inside my brain and I can\u2019t stop them. And then, I sometimes do or say something stupid that hurts a person by my side.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not this person. But sometimes, these things happen and those around me get confused because I\u2019m not usually like that. I want you to know that. I want you to be prepared to see me at my worst. <\/b><\/p>\n I want to wake up every morning feeling relaxed, feeling me. But that doesn\u2019t happen every time. Sometimes I wake up and within the seconds of opening my eyes, I realize that the happy me is still asleep and God knows when she\u2019s waking up.<\/p>\n This version of me, this person that opened her eyes doesn\u2019t feel good. She\u2019s fucked up.<\/p>\n I can try to fake happiness on the mornings like this, but my body language, my eyes will betray me. I can\u2019t hide who I am. I can\u2019t lie about myself.<\/p>\n You\u2019ll probably think that you did something wrong. Maybe you even did, but it\u2019s not just you. The problem is me. It all starts with me and the state of mind in which I am. Maybe that something you did wouldn\u2019t even matter if I woke up as the usual myself, happy one.<\/p>\n Don\u2019t try to cheer me up. Don\u2019t try to make up for something. Just let me be. Give me a moment of solitude. A moment of getting all my thoughts in line. Give me a chance to snap out of the mood I\u2019m in.<\/p>\n Please, respect that. Respect my privacy, my need to be alone. Because if you take that away from me, I won\u2019t have the chance to tame that beast that is squatting inside of me. I won\u2019t have anything to fight with because it will consume me. Please, respect that.<\/p>\n I need you to know this because I want you to know everything about me. I don\u2019t want us to have secrets and unpleasant surprises. I want you to know the worst things about me and I want you to love me anyway. Love me for the person I am.<\/p>\n I need you to understand that sometimes I do terrible things. Sometimes I\u2019m selfish. I\u2019m not always that loving, compassionate and confident girl you fell in love with. I have a dark side I\u2019m not proud of and I want you to know what it is.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not proud of what I become, I don\u2019t expect you to like it, But I want you to love me anyway. Love me for who I am.<\/p>\n
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