A Mess

I have credentials,
they're all over the place
just like me
and
I have questions,
And answers that are all wrong.
they're trivial
and obsolete
yet true
and to the point

I love and try not to hate
I'm scared and I need hugs
and I like to sleep
and snuggle and sing in the shower
and smoke too many cigarettes when I dance with my friends

And I don’t want to say goodbye to friends without kissing them
but people say that's weird
and so I'm dissatisfied
but I'm also smart and loving
and kind and bitchy
so I'm a mess and I hope that you love me back.