I’m a whiner. An insecure mess of emotions. A self-absorbed individual that turns the heartfelt admission of a close friend into an excuse for frolic, foreplay and faulty behavior. As far as emotional baggage goes, even airport security wouldn’t have time to search through this harmful clutter. But I’m loyal. Through all of my mistakes and tribulations, this is a well-meaning person, one that just wishes to be picked, chosen, loved; and you know I’ll give you every ounce of my heart in return.