I am quirky, silly, blunt. My days...too dark.. Nights too long... I trip over my own insecurities... I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired.... I use music when words fail me...Words are as important to me as the air we breathe... I love hard with all I have.. and even with my faults, I am worth loving.
All you ever had was words, but words were never enough. You saw it and heard it in my voice, but I wasn't worth anything else to you. You never deserved a thing I did from you. Everything you ever told me was a lie and that's alright, you're a horrible backstabbing person, a loser, who can't do anything right. You've been blocked on everything so stay away from me and my friends no one likes you.