I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh hard at stupid things. My favorite songs make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but i miss it more than i notice. I live in the past, in the memories i have with the people i l o v e. I hate thinking about reality & i'm so homesick that it's not even funny. But not homesick in missing my house kind of way ; it's more like Heartsick for all the things i锘� can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. The girl who loved hard & didn't get anything in return. I don't want to be the heroine in some tragic love story. I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought. 鈾�
Peace Out
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