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I know I'm hard to put up with. I'm unstable, I'm needy, and I'm always sleepy.

I also need to feel needed.

I take into account the smallest, most miniscule things you do and blow them up to unreasonable proportions.

I get into moods that you and I both hate.

I need to be embraced, touched, loved. But I don't like grass down my shirt.

And I need to consider the looming threat of what you don't want to talk about, because if you don't want to talk about it, it makes me feel like it's okay to leave it up to chance. And I can't leave something like this up to chance. I have faith in you where maybe you do not. Maybe I'm selfish but if you don't understand that I can't survive like this, here, then I don't think you understand me as well as I think you do. That hurts. Because I think I unrealistically need you to get by day-to-day. And if you don't think that that will be a problem for you, then

why

The most gratifying personal achievement in this world is knowing for someone, you made a world of difference; you helped them see the light.

Okay, but that's not enough for me. I want people to know me.

And I want to save the whales.