I'm always a mess. I can
never keep my
own secreats. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite
songs make me cry. I always watch for
11:11 but i
miss it more then i notice it. I live in the
past, in the
memories i have wityh
the people i
love. I hate
thinking about reality & i'm so homesick that
its not even funny. But not homesick in
a missing my house kind of way maybe its more like heartsick from all the
things that i cant
get back. its hard for me to define myself....I
guess im just cliche....the girl who loved
too hard & didnt 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 the second thought
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