When i put you through a storm of me, I don’t want to. I think I do it as an excuse or, a warning of my odd and sometimes crazy behavior. Hoping that once the storm passes I won’t have to try so hard to be perfect because I’ve already put the mess of me out on the table. I don’t know how to let you learn about me on your own and come to your own conclusions. I want to tell you all the things i already know that I am and give you a heads start to run. I do it eventually in ever relationship. I won’t let you see me as you do. I’m a damaged mess at best. The outside is changeable. The inside is just me.