ME--

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