...just don't....

Don't call me beautiful.  Don't say I'm attractive, or hot, I don't want it.

Don't say I'm smart, and talented, I don't need it.

Don't flirt with me, don't talk me up, don't try to brush my ego.

You think it's nice. but it's just vanity, it's worthless.

You say I'm so great, till you get bored, or something goes wrong.

I'm tired of it. just don't.

When someone says "you're an idiot, and weird, but I love you anyway",... then I'll believe them.

It's easy to pretend like the good is all that matters, but eventually, reality shatters that mirror, and you see how imperfect everything is.

You accept the imperfections, and then you can truly appreciate the good.

I don't want your pity, your empty complements, I want more than that....

...so no, it won't be easy, it won't be great, it won't be all good times,... but it will be real.

Are you real enough to handle it.

The scars, the pain, the trauma, the crashes....

...only a real one stays through the hardship,... and only the real ones matter to me....

...but I have no interest in someone who thinks they have something to gain from me.  You stay, because it means something to you, because I'm worth something to you, or just leave.

I'd rather be alone than be surrounded by fake friends, so just don't. -.-