I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. I have big dreams. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but I miss it more then 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 its not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way... maybe its more like a heartsick for all the things I can't get back. It'shard for me to define myself, I guess i'm just a cliche, the girl who loved too hard and didn'tget anyhting in return. I don't want to be the heroin is some tragic love story, I just want to be the one person who has never given me a second thought.