How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead?

Maybe I am insecure. Maybe I am afraid love will never ever come my way. Maybe I'm terrified because I have no idea what my future holds. Maybe I'm a disaster, a little rough around the edges. Maybe my car is a trash can and my sink is full of dishes. Maybe I never exercise and I never watch what I eat. Maybe I laugh too loud in the movie theater. Maybe I'm too sensitive and cry too much. Maybe I sing a little too passionately in the car. Maybe I never introduced myself to my neighbors and I'm a little standoffish around people who I think are "too cool" for me. Maybe I cry when I watch romance movies but roll my eyes whenever anyone talks about love. Maybe the sound of screaming children makes me shudder and the thought of having my own is too scary to ever think about. Maybe I never learned how to climb trees or skip stones. Maybe my favorite thing to do is sleep. Maybe I'm too simple. Maybe I never get pedicures and wait too long to get my hair trimmed. Maybe I hate roses and never feel like I've earned the friends I have. Maybe I wish I could lay under a blanket of stars for the rest of my life. Maybe I'm too restless and get bored too quickly. Maybe my showers outlast the hot water and I rarely make my bed. Maybe I snap my gum too loudly and bite my fingernails when I'm nervous. Maybe I love rainy days because it gives me a reason to feel glum. Maybe Christmas and the ocean make me lonely. Maybe I'm a bad driver and don't pay attention to everything around me. Maybe my life is full of contradictions and hypocrisy. Maybe I'm a little too unsure of who I want to be. Maybe I took every wrong path there was to take and never followed my passion. Maybe I think a little too deeply about things that don't matter. Maybe I'm judgmental and look in the mirror too much. Maybe I'd still like to believe the moon is made out of cheese and that differences never matter. Maybe I'm apathetic and maybe I'm too sympathetic.

Maybe... but you're still reading my blog.