Whataya Want From Me?

Okay, look, I know I'm weird, okay? I get it... I just need you to be accepting of that. I know it's hard, I know I'm stupid, I know I'm not perfect or what you want me to be. But I can't change who I am. And if you don't like it, then things won't work out between us.
Yes. I am a freak. Yes. I am weird. Maybe too weird for you to handle, but this is me. And I'm sorry, okay? Whataya want from me?
I just need you to keep holding on, okay? I'll try not to be so weird anymore, okay? But, it's not going to go way. I'll always have it.
And I'm sorry to my parents. I'm sorry I'm not fucking perfect and that I am not what you want me to be. I'm sorry. Period. I'm sorry for being born even if that's what it's going to boil down to. I'm weird. No. I'm not girly. No. I'm not my sister. No. I'm not perfect. Yes. I am emotional and overly sensitive. And YES. I AM PARANOID!!! okay???
I over analyse things. I go overboard on things. I take things to the extreme. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not normal like everyone else and that I'm just stupid goddamn __(not going to say my name)____. Alright? Is that good enough for you now?
I'm sorry I'm not pretty and beautiful and awesome like my sister is, okay? I'm sorry I'm just the stupid let down that I am. I'm sorry that I'm the pain in the ass that nobody wants. Okay? I know already. No need to tell me. I don't need you to remind me.
I'm a freak. I've accepted that about myself. Now I need to know that you can too. And if you can't... then just fuck off.

Cause I'm sick of it...