I refuse to be with you unless you realize that sometimes I’m going to wake up and I will hate myself and I will hate the world and I will maybe hate you too, for no reason whatsoever. On these days I will be pouty and unreasonable and incapable of smiling and the last thing I will want is for you to try and cheer me up, so your well intentioned overtures will only piss me off. What I will want is to be loved and accepted in spite of not being my most smiley self.
Because I don’t want to have to fake it around you—ever.
I refuse to be with you unless you agree that not having to pretend is the greatest gift we can give each other. In exchange for understanding that I’m a person with many dimensions—some wonderfully charming, some horribly tedious, and some laughably…
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