I don't take compliments well, and unless I know beyond a doubt that it's true, I won't even believe you actually meant it.

I overthink things, and even after something happens, I will continue to run through everything that could have been done differently.

I don't do emotions, and the more you try to get me to share, the more I start to believe that I don't even have them.

I'm not good socially, and the more I like you, the worse I am. I may seem dull or uninteresting, but I just don't want to mess up.

I know I'm not perfect, or even anywhere close, but thank you for being you and accepting me the way I am.