My name is...

My name is Kari.
I am in college.
I have dreams.
I have feelings.
I am a nice person. Why can't they treat me the way I treat them?
I go to such lengths to protect the feelings of those around me.
I am aware of the effects my every action will have on others.
But they forget me.
I have hopes.
I have friends.
Sometimes, I hate everyone.
Sometimes, I love everyone.
I get frustrated.
Sometimes people disappoint me.
It's not often, because I don't have high expectations.
The longer I know you, the more I expect.
Some day you will shatter my expectations.
It's life.
It sucks.
Why have great expectations of people?
Why not expect less, and be happier?
It would save me from the disappointment that comes with being wrong about someone.
Being wrong.
I am wrong, sometimes.
But sometimes, I am right.
I am not stupid.
I am not naive.
I am not the person you think I am.
Sometimes, I wish someone would just ask me.
Ask me about my life.
All I want is someone to talk to.
Someone who can understand.
If they knew, everything about me would make sense.
I am a puzzle.
I am confusing.
I get jealous.
Especially when people invade my friendships.
All I want is one person to be my best friend.
And I want to be theirs.
I am tired of feeling so close to someone,
and finding out that I am only a second-rate friend to them.
I'm tired of being a great friend.
A temporary friend.
A transitional friend.
I want stability.
I want to run away.
What am I running from?