I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a morning sunrise, nor a hawk in flight. I am a violent thundestorm, a shattered window when temperatures are below zero outside. I lurk in my room alone for the majority of the day. I don't belong with other people. Yet, I'm my own worst enemy. I trip down stairs, I unintentionally drop things and knock things over. I apologize for my social awkwardness and my inability to be understood. And it's ok if you don't want to love me. I'm fine with that. Because I wouldn't love me either.