I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets.
I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry.
I always watch for 11:11, but i 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 & I'm so homesick that it's not even funny.
But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way.. maybe it's more
like heartsick for all the things that i can't get back.
It's hard for me to define myself..
I guess I'm just a cliche-- the girl who loved too hard & 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 has never given me a
second thought..