Emma, 17. Musician, Writer, Dancer, whatever I am, Music is all I have. It's my everything. Also I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories. I hate thinking about reality and 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 the things that I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself, I guess I'm just a cliche. The girl who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I don't want to be the heroine in some tragic love story.
ps; I have a really bipolar blog. xo