I am always a mess. 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 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.
I am different I am just me.