i'm always a mess,
can never keep my own secrets, I
laugh too hard at stupid things. My
favourite songs can make me cry, I
always watch for 11:11, but 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 am
so homesick that it's not even funny.
But not in a missing my house kinda
way, maybe it's more like heartsick for
all the things that have been in my
heart that i can't get back. It's hard
for me to define myself; I guess I'm just
another cliche - the girl who loved too
hard and 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 doesn't even give me a
second thought anymore