These things take my time and energy

I'm special? Really. You bubble over with praises, complimenting me left and right. I'm special. You've never felt like this before. You've never been this nervous around a girl before. My question is, what girl are you looking at? Do you even know me at all? I can't help but be skeptical. Heres the big letdown of the year: I'M NOT NORMAL, since you clearly haven't gotten the memo yet. I'm always wearing sunglasses cause I hate to see my whole face in pictures. Adrenaline rush and poorly made horror movies are my addictions. I stick old gum in the back pockets of my jeans. I never tame my hair. Attention is almost always what I'm seeking. I have big teeth. My clothes never fit. Spending the day on the couch watching endless reruns and movies is ideal. My taste in music probably sucks compared to yours. I carry around a stupid water bottle and recycle, even though no one gives a shit about saving the environment. Brace yourself for when I come undone. I'm a creative writer that runs out of creative ideas for weeks, even moths. My fingernails are dirty and my past is dirtier. Not as if this should discourage you or anything, but can't you do better?