I'm vulnerable to believing lies.
I'm hoping that one day I won't need a fake smile.
I make up excuses for everything.
I have best friends.
I have drama and memories.
I can never keep my own secrets.
I laugh too hard at 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 can't get back.
It's hard for me to define myself.
I am the person who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return.
My friends & I sometimes fights & maybe some days nothing goes right.
But when I think about it & take a step back I remember how amazing life truly is & that maybe.
just maybe. I like being unperfect...