Here it is.

I’m loud, I’m sarcastic, I’m unstable.
I’m shy, I’m happy, I’m everyone’s rock.
I’m multi-faceted.
So when I’m kind to you, don’t ask if you are “back on my good side.”
Chances are you were never on my so-called “bad side”.
I’m a happy single lady.
I wish I wasn’t a single lady.
I coach people through break ups, through make ups, through those trashy nights that they don’t remember (and will never forget).
I demand respect.
I have a hefty fear of sales associates.
You don’t know me, don’t pretend you do. There’s only One who knows everything about me, and it’s certainly not you.
I don’t judge.
I’m judgemental.
Life is a struggle between who you are, who you want to be, who God wants you to be, who your peers want you to be. I’m not perfect, never. You’re not perfect, never. So lean with it, rock with it, because I’ll change who I am. It’s not two-faced, not being fake, not trying to blend in. It’s the struggle to find me.
I love music.
I hate the word “retarded”. (Can I ever express that enough?)
I love dance.
I hate people who say life is terrible. You have a house, however dysfunctional.
I love history.
I hate math.It’s as simple as that, to classify me. And yet, I don’t think I fit.
Not athletic, not a singer, not a scholar.
A giver, a lover, a leaver.
I dislike bitchy people. And yet, you can find I'm the biggest bitch ever if you mess with me.
I have friends all across the board. UA, Dublin, Hilliard, Whitehall, Bexley. Don't act shocked, and ask me how I know so many people.
I don’t know where this is coming from, I don’t really care.
I’m tired of being put in a box of the expected.
Expected to be crazy.
Expected to be hyper.
Expected to be obnoxious.
What if I don’t want to be regular Megan?
I feel like a train, that sees the track switching, but still wants to go on the original path.
I know what I want.
I hate what I want.
I don't want to talk.
I want to talk.
Here it is.