Myself.

I'm always a mess. I can 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 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 & Im so homesick that it's not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way, more like heartsick for all the things I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. I guess Im just a cliche'. The girl who loved to hard & didn't get anything in return. I don't want to be the herione in some kind of love story, I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought <3