Please, don’t call me beautiful.
Don’t call me unique, or different, or one-of-a-kind.
Don’t glorify me.
Because when you get to know me, I’m afraid you’ll realize you’ve made a monumental mistake.
I’m mean. Judgmental. Wrong, a lot of the time. I say things I shouldn’t and feel things I shouldn’t. I hold grudges. I don’t know how to start or when to quit.
Please, don’t let any semblance of wit get the best of you. Don’t find my awkwardness adorable. Don’t think of me as someone special.