I worry that when we finally meet

You will end up not liking me because of my excessive use of hyperbole.

I know my good attitude and sunny disposition would grate on your nerves.

I worry that my rebellious streak will piss you off. I have the hardest time following rules.

My inability to stay organized will frustrate you and so will the fact that I constantly lose my keys or something else that I need and don’t realize they’re lost until the last minute.

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