kill to see me fall

So I'm not perfect. my hair gets frizzy at the end of the day, and I don't dye it often enough so my roots show a lot. My socks rarely match. Neither do my outfits. I make lists and don't like to be spontaneous. I basically only watch doctor and crime shows like House MD and CSI. I eat too much junk food and dont excercise nearly as much or as often as I should. I fall in love easily, and get my heart broken way to often. I talk too loud, too much, and too fast. I like to make up stories in my head about what could be happening when you don't text back. I have way too much makeup and perfume that I never wear. I am a sucker for a sale, if it's on sale and I like it, I buy it. I like bows just a little too much. I whine about my bad days. I hate clicking noises. People who chew too loudly or smack their gum irritate me. I don't want to have kids, ever. I really don't even want to get married. I've lost my faith in fairy tales and happy endings. I think true love is a bunch of bull. I've spent the last 6 years of my life wasting feelings on people who don't feel them back. I don't like to walk when the bottoms of my feet are wet. I get acne when I get stressed. I don't sort my laundry properly. I don't like to clean, like ever. I eat when I'm bored. I've forgotten how to drive a stick shift. I spend entirely too long picking out my outfit every day. I am clumbsy, and that usually leads to me getting hurt, a lot. I check my phone constantly, even when I know I have no notifications. I like cookbooks, but I have a hard time actually getting up and cooking myself a meal. I read a little too much, and I pretend I'm a part of the story way too much. I like to have a night light, just incase. I am always prepared for something bad to happen, and almost expect it half the time. I can't draw, at all, except stick figures, and even those suck. This list could go on and on. I may not be perfect. But someone out there will think all of this is perfect. Someday, someone will love me for me, not for what I look like, not for what it will make them look like, not for money, fame, or glory. But really love me for me. Someday might be 2042, or 2012. Who knows? I'm not going to rush it. and I'm done chasing people. I'm the tequila. Chase me if you want me.