This Is Who I Am.

Each person has their own ups and downs, their own traits, own characteristics, interests, or ways of doing stuff. Each has their way of handling things. Well, as for me, I guess I'm one of those who's easily taken in, and thrown out, just like that.

I am a learner: When I am interested in sometihng, or in somenoe, I try my best to know more about it. I tried to get each detail I need, remember everything that needs to be rememebered, do what needs to be done.

I am a good listener: I try to give my very best to listen to people, and not be the talkative one. I listen to their problems, give my opinion about it. I would rather listen to people, than tell them things I don't think they'll understand, or even appreciate.

I am often misjudged: People often judge me for how I look. Most people think I'm one of those bullies, or hard asses, and never give me the chance to show who I really am.

I get attached too easily: Once I'm already there, I often find it hard to let go, or even move one, whatever is involved in the situation. I learn to love and give my all, and when it's time, I find it really hard to just let go.

I often take things lightly: I easily forgive people when I get hurt, and I never tried hurting anyone. If I did, I never meant it to happen. I never get mad at people, I just try to forget what happened and be okay with it.

I eat my own words: I always tell other people, "Whenever something bad happens, something better will come along. There's a reason for this, and everything will be okay in the end." When it comes to dealing with myself, I can't even follow them.

I am a broken robot: Once I'm broken, I will never forget whatever happened, but I can forgive. But, the pain will always be there. No grudges or anything.

I am not famous: I'm not the best person in this world, I make a lot of mistakes, I always mess up, but, at least I try my best to be there when someone needs me. I don't have a lot of friends, but when someone needs one, I'm here.

I am not perfect: And I will never be, but as long as I'm alive, and breathing, I can say that I can try my best to be as perfect as I can. I never give up.

And, despite everything, all my imperfections, my mistakes, all the pain, I'm still here -- stuck, and alone. Sometimes, I feel like, giving up is the only option left, but there's always the other road to take, that if I just go on, it can take me to a place where I can really be happy.

This is who I am. A mess. A complicated, misjudged robot.