Even if

..I fart loud and clear at the most inappropriate times, like right after the appearance of a ghost in a horror movie,
..I fail spectacularly at small talk,
..I nod off in class most unbecomingly,
..I frown when I talk, and mulut senget (or so I've been told),
..I'm beginning to develop the habit of waking up approximately 30 minutes before class, and lose the chance to read anything,
..you wouldn't describe me as friendly,
..I spit when I talk,
..eat your food and fail to offer you mine,
..shrugs off attachments like a jerk shrugs off blame,
..it seems as if mine is an inferior species to others,
..my self worth shrinks and inflates and shrinks and inflates,
..my spirit is as fragile and delicate as a house made of cards,
..I want a Blackberry but know that the probability of not getting one triumphs,
..staring at people, scrutinizing, wondering what makes them so IT is one of the many pathetic things I do,
..I forget that at the end of the day, most people have the same insecurities that I do,
..I wish I can surround myself with my bestfriends everywhere I go, like my armour that they are,
..pick-me-ups are hard to come by,
..I want the spotlight to shine on me but lack the hard work that can put myself on the stage,
..can't sleep without my 13 year old pillow,

I ain't getting a new identity, new name. I can't. I'm stuck with this body, this personality. I have to deal with this. I'm loved, even if I have always been all of those things and more.