Life is trying things to see if they work. ♥

Im always a mess. I can never keep my own secerts. My favortie songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but miss it more than I notce 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 it's not even funny. But not homesick like missing my house kinda 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 im just a cliche- the girl who loved to hard & didn't 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 tought. ♥