Tonight I sit here, wondering why. Why is it the way it is? I don't mean to come off so wrong, but I'm so misunderstood. I joke a lot, I flirt a lot. But does that mean I'm really the way you think I am? I don't think so. Yet you completely misunderstand me. You don't bother seeing inside me, instead you listen to the things I say, and assume I'm a certain way. Yes, I joke. Yes, I say things that could be taken as promiscuous. Does that really make me a horrible person, and a slut as you say I am? There's a lot more to me than what I've done in my past, and what I've said. Some of it's joking, some of it may have happened, but regardless it's not your place to judge me based on the little bit of things you think you know of me. I'm tired of being so misunderstood...