I am way too sensitive.

I love to be silly.

I tend to hold back.

I am honest especially with my feelings.

I think with my heart.

I don't know how to kinda do something...If I am gonna do it chances are I will over do it.

I thrive on nuturing and caring for those I love the most.

I have a very hard time with trust.

I am a people pleaser.

I find giving easy...and receiving hard.

Compliments make me uncomfortable at times.

I possibly invented the what if game.

People assume because I tend to be naive that I am stupid-don't be mistaken.

I may not stick up for me but I would lay down my life for you.

When I love it is with all of me.

I bake way too much..thank God I rarely eat what I make.

If I can fix it for you I will even when you should fix it yourself.

I am loyal to a fault.

I tend to simplify life in my own head.

I'd rather be barefoot.

I don't wanna grow up.

There are times I feel like an open wound just waiting for the salt...

Sometimes I just want to help...

I annoy myself at times...I can imagine how you feel... lol

I think too much.

I am learning patience from the most patient person I have met...

Building a wall is easy...trying to remove the bricks is the hard part.

I don't understand cheaters or liars-doesn't mean I judge them either.

Music can affect me to the core.

People always think that I love cleaning---actually I just dislike messes more...

Time heals wounds but also leaves scars that are painfully visable at times.

I don't get math---nor do I care to.

I have been hurt my many and loved by few.

I am generally dubbed 'too nice'.

I can be a bitch I just choose not to be.

I really live by the golden rule...I treat everyone how I want to be treated...this is not always a good thing but I cannot treat others the way some have treated me.

Sometimes I feel like a novelty that wears off...

I don't understand violence.

I should have been born in the 1940's.

I blush way too easy.

I hate the word lazy.

I can be very stubborn.

I have a soft spot for daddys.

I feel with my soul.

I don't know how to be fake.

Yes, I cry easily but the tears are always real.

I write poetry or something almost daily.

Somewhere along the line my survival has caused me to catastrophize...I am trying to change this.

I never assume I am important to anyone.

I never take love for granted.

Sometimes I get a glimpse of myself without the baggage of the awful past.

Sometimes loving makes me feel the most vulnerable.

I may not always speak my mind...but I will speak my heart..