About me...

I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secret. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. 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 things that I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. I guess i'm just a cliche - the woman who loved too 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 thought.