Misunderstood

I love talking. I love laughing. I love the company of others. I love people. I love being myself.

But.

That doesn't mean.

I love being the entertainer. I love playing the clown. I love being the attention seeker. I love making others love me.

I don't want to be misunderstood.
I love being all that.
But one can even get tired doing what one loves if it is not reciprocated.

Maybe I am just selfish or arrogant.
But with the crushed feeling of being misunderstood I have right now, maybe I am trying too hard or too desperate instead.