“I'm always a mess, I never keep my own secrets. I laugh to hard at stupid things. my favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11 but miss it more then I notice. I live in the past with the memories with the people I love the most. I hate thinking about reality, and I'm so homesick that its not even funny. but not a homesick kind of way, more like heartsick for the things I can never get back, its hard for me to define myself, I guess I'm a cliche. I dont want to be the herione in some kind of tragic love story. I just want the one person who doesnt get second thoughts about me.”
