I am always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I
laugh too hardat stupid things. I live in the past, in the
memories. I have with the people I love. I am heartsick
for all the things. I cant get back. Its hard for me to define
myself. I guess Im just a clich辿, the person who loved
too hard and didnt get anything in return. I just want the
one person who has never given me a second thought.