There's something wrong with me.
Not physically, but mentally.
I love too easily.
I never thought that wearing your heart on your sleeve was a bad thing.
Those are the kindest people.
I'm one of them.
And then your sleeve gets torn off by a rabid dog that eats your heart and you die.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
There's something wrong with me.
Not physically, but mentally.
I love too easily.
I never thought that wearing your heart on your sleeve was a bad thing.
Those are the kindest people.
I'm one of them.
And then your sleeve gets torn off by a rabid dog that eats your heart and you die.
