There just aren't

a ton of people who really know me.

And it's partially my fault, I know.

My life is pretty much an open book

but if someone doesn't ask,

I feel silly just talking on and on about myself.

Here's a hint though:

I really love people.

I do.

Though I feel like I have little time to really invest in others-

I find every individual fascinating.

Even if they rub me the wrong way,

my heart still finds beauty in who they are. I can't help it.

It takes so much to turn me away from somebody.

And even then, in time I'd want them back in my life.

Silly, right?

Wreckless.

But I do want.

It makes my life messy.

And my closest friends don't always get why I accept and hang out with who I do-

and that's OK.

I've grown weary vying for approval; it's time to be realized that that isn't a priority of mine.

.hearts.