This is me, flailing.

I'm loving.
I want to be loved.
I'm considerate.
I want to be considered.
I am thoughtful.
I want to be thought of.
I'm happy.
I want to share that happiness.
I've been bad, but I think my badness can be overlooked.
And when I'm good, I like to think that I'm quite delectable.

I have been pursuing for quite some time. I shall pursue no further. I want to believe that I am worthy and deserving of being pursued myself. This belief is not mine to subscribe to.