I won’t be burdened by your baggage.
I like to travel light.
I can’t fix your flaws.
I have enough of my own vices.
Don’t ask me to solve your problems.
I’m still working on my own.
Don’t offer advice I didn’t ask for—and watch your tone.
Of course you’re not going to like me if you can’t love yourself.
I won’t pretend to be something I’m not just to make you more comfortable.
Don’t ask me to feel guilty for the things I cannot change.
Don’t project your insecurities onto me.
Don’t punish me for your pains.
Imperfections instill character.
Flaws are a part of reality.
I will do my best to love the real you.
Can you love the real me?