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I have high hopes for the future, that's why it freaks me out so much
I expect too much from my friends so when they back stab me, it's somewhat heart breaking.
I love being immature, and being kiddish. Being serious means I'm getting old.
I often stay up, hoping against all hope that he will find me somehow. But it never happens, that's the sad thing.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the same impression the way he took my breath away the first time we met. All I can do is hope...
I want to live forever, to love the person I'm meant to be with, and just be happy.
Some days I sit and wait
For this hate to dissipate...
I can feel him under my skin
Taste his sweetness in my lips...
Laughter could be heard from the house...
Love it? Hate it? comment...
I'd rather spend one minute holding you...than a lifetime knowing I never could
I wish my lawn mower was emo, so it would cut itself