Me.

I'm tired of being someone else for someone else.

I have been the dirt-bike girl,

I have been the K-State football fanatic,

I have been the health freak,

I have been the honors student,

I have been put-together, always dressed up.

I have been casual, shorts and a pony-tail.

I have been non-demanding, un-controlling, spontaneous.

I have been sports-y, philosophical and even flirty.

But those aren't the real me::

I get scared going down hills on a bicycle, let alone a dirt-bike. I'm a little break-happy.

I love watching the running back catch the ball and run down the field fast, but I still don't understand what a first down is.

I love ice cream, sweethearts, starburst, twizzlers...I have candy in my room at all times. I couldn't live without the occasional frappacino.

I get good grades, but it doesn't come naturally. I have to study for hours to pass tests. I took the ACT 3 times and went through various ACT Prep classes.

I hate wearing sweatpants in public, I love to dress up. I don't like pony-tails, and I'm insecure about my profile.

I'm a planner. I hate not knowing what's going to happen. I hate waiting on people to make decisions. If I decide a time to do something, I'll be on time, not 15 minutes late.

I love sports, but I'm average at everything. I despise arguing and debating.

My favorite thing to do is to spend time with the people I care about. My love language is quality time. I love sitting and talking and learning about people's hearts.

I can be alone and be just fine. I internally process EVERYTHING, and I'm always thinking about something.

I love being outside. Hiking and camping are great, but only if there's a tent, bug repellent and hand sanitizer.

I'm a journal-er, and I think deeply about everything around me. Shallow people annoy me.

I'm from the city--I do city-girl things like go to book stores and shopping malls and coffee shops.

I love writing, but I'm afraid of anyone ever reading my work.

I want to be a speaker, but I get nervous in front of people.

I have big dreams, but I'm afraid to say them out loud.

I don't have it all together. Sometimes I sit in my room and cry for no reason. Sometimes I wish I was someone else--someone who has life figured out. I've made mistakes, I'm not perfect.

I'm not funny. I don't do well when I meet strangers. I close up in big groups. When it gets loud I get quiet.

I know, big suprise. I'm not who you thought I am.

But someday someone will get to know the me I keep hidden, and won't wish I was any different.

Right?