I’ve been messed with, let down, and played too many times. I wonder what people think of me too much, and I’m way too judgemental. My heart is big, but I have my selfish moments. I love to be in big groups, but I love to be alone. Every song on my iPod has a special memory or a regret behind it. I don’t like going through old pictures because I miss what used to be. I tend to over think things and trust way too many people. I have the people I’d love to pack up and leave with, and there are some people I wish would just disappear. I don’t cry very often, but when I do, I can’t stop. I hate the word goodbye and I wish it didn’t exist. I hate liars, though I lie myself.