I've almost given up on you. Almost. 

I know I have some problems, but I want you to know them. I want you to embrace all of my disturbed personality. I want you to look at me, think "She's nuts but I love her nontheless". 

I just want you to see the real me... and give me a chance. 

Not only because we would look awfully cute together, also because I've been in love with you for six years. 

I don't want to give up on you... but I can't wait any longer.

Not for something that probably never will happen anyway. 

So, well.

I give up.