Queen Leyva

I’m hard to love. I’m stubborn and competitive. I’m a five on a good day. My feelings are easily hurt and I act childish around my friends. I cry at sad movies and laugh to much when I find something is funny. I dance around like nobody is watching and sing along horribly to my favorite songs. I get jealous. I constantly need reassurance. I’ll make you want to pull your hair out on my bad days where I think I don’t deserve happiness. I get anxious when I have to talk in front of people or when talking about feelings. I overthink everything. I’m hard to love but I promise nobody could ever love you more than I could. Nobody could treat you better. I have my faults but they’re nothing compared to how I feel about you.