Im always a mess. i never keep my secrets, i laugh to hard at stupid things. my favorite songs can make me cry. i live in the past, in the memories i have with the people i love, i hate thinking about reality and im so homesick its not even funny, but not the homesick in the missing my house kinda way, more like heartsick for all the things i cant get back. its hard for me to define myself, i guess im just a cliche, the girl who loved to hard, and didnt get anything in return. i dont want to be the heroine in some tragic love story,i just want the one person who has never give me a second thought.
