I am always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. I live in the past, in the memories. I love the people I have. I am heartsick for all the things I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. I guess I'm just a cliche, the person who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
I am always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. I live in the past, in the memories. I love the people I have. I am heartsick for all the things I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. I guess I'm just a cliche, the person who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought.
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