Random Leaf #1381

I'm sorry, I'm never cut out to be a hero. I'm temperamental, unpredictable and unfaithful. I will lie if I feel I have to. I can show a stern face although I'm being playful. I'm easily misunderstood and I easily misunderstood. I can be dependent. But I can't be left alone. I hate being lonely but I hate big crowd as well. I'm glad to have company during my darkest hour and I have this urge of wanting to be lonely in my brightest moment. It makes me feel all too important. I have my own delusions and dream but I'm a realist. I never want to be villain nor do I want to just some faceless background character. I want to be essential. But I know I'm just a tiny insignificant speck in this entirety of the whole universe. I want to be loved. I need to be hated. I want to be hated. I need to be loved. I am a mix of everything. For all I care, I don't even believe that there is something for me to even exist. I just came to be. But I also believe I'm alive for a reason, whatever that is. I am in love. I'm delusional. I can see reality, heck I don't deny it. I can't deny it. I am unlove but needed, that is the truth.