I seem to have been fitted with a weirdo magnet sometime before college.

I have gained quite the following of what I refer to as 'creepers'.

my most recent one irks me on several levels.

but I think what irks me the most is that he's one of those guys who basically feeds you compliments constantly.

when I was younger I thought I'd like that, but now it gets on my nerves.

not that that's all I'm turned off by, I mean the fact that his life revolves around playing video games and avoiding the sun/outdoors is enough to bother me. (not to mention, he cyber-stalks) but the constant praising really doesn't sit right with me.

I always thought it'd be nice for a guy to tell me all the things he found great about me.
but now I'm more mature, and I really don't need a guy to sit there and shower me with compliments.

I don't need someone else to try to point out the good in me.
I can identify it myself.

and if I can't, someone listing it for me probably won't do much, anyway.

I'm not perfect.
I'm not the best looking girl.
my figure isn't like Kim K's.
my hair never does what I want it to.

but I have my own unique flaws
I have my own unique physical traits
my figure is nobody's but alannah's
and my hair is all mine, and as in-cooperative as it is, some people don't have any, and I'm very lucky.


on top of that, I like how I write. I like how I'm able to look at the world like no one else can. I like how hard I try, even when everyone else tells me not to bother.

I love how even on a bad day, I can get out of bed, look in the mirror, and face myself with pride and a smile, and honestly promise myself that everything will be okay.

I don't need any guy to tell me any of that.
I never will.