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 and i’m heartsick for all the things that i can’t get back. its hard for me to define myself. guess i’m just a cliche— the girl who loved too hard and 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 a second thought.
★ Baby You Make Me Cry ★
