Hi. I'm this teenage nerd who complains a lot and has these bad days where I feel like absolute poo. I read, I write, I run, I play guitar, I obsess over fictional characters and quite honestly, no one understand my quotes. Unless I put quotes around something, i either wrote it or theyre lyrics so yep. I'd love to be a writer one day. That'd pretty cool. Right now, I'm literally just a loser. Yep.
To me, being in love
isn't the problem.
It's whether you are loved in return that keeps you awake at
night. Wondering if they're doing the same thing and if they
are who are they thinking about. Knowing that they're always
there in your head and wondering if you have a place in their
heart.
We are built on imperfection.
We are a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit
and sometimes we may act like machines.
We fight a lot,
we scream a lot
and, sometimes,
I think all we’re good at is breaking things.
He's perfect half the time
He's a demon the rest
Sent to destroy my very existence
while save me at the very same time.
He isn't mine to keep.
He isn't someone else's to take.
He's sweet but sour.
He's kind but rude.
He's his very own contradiction.
He wants something new.
And I'm not something new.
I'm just something different.
And I hope he can see that one day. because I just really like this
guy.