I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs make me cry. I always watch for 11:11 but miss it more often then notice it. I live in the past in the memories with the people I love. I hate thinking about reality and I'm so homesick it's not even funny. But not in a missing-my-home kind of way... More like heartsick I guess - for all the things I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself, I guess I'm just cliché -- the girl who loved too hard and got nothing in return. I don't want to be the heroine in some tragic love story, I just want one person who would give me a chance.