Im always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favourite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 10:10 but i miss it more than i notice it. I live in the past, in the memories i have with people I love or have loved. I hate thinking about reality and Im so homesick that its not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way. Maybe its more like heartsick for all the things that i cant get back. Its hard for me to define myself. I guess Im just a cliche. The girl who loved too hard and didnt get anything in return. I dont want to be the heroine in some tragic love story, I just want the ONE PERSON who has never give me a second thought.This is me , truly Farahanny
