I'm always a mess.
I can never keep my own secrets.
I laugh too hard at stupid things.
My favorite songs can make me cry.
I always watch for 11:11,
but I miss it more than I notice it.
I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love.
I hate thinking about reality,
and I'm so homesick it's not even funny.
But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way,
maybe it's more like HEARTSICK
for all the things that I can't get back.
It's hard for me to define myself,
I guess I'm just a cliche.
The girl who tried too hard
and didn't get anything in return.
I don't want to be the heroine
in some tragic love story..
HAVE YOU EVER JUST LAID IN YOUR BED AND CRIED? AND CRIED BECAUSE