I split him like a bunny.
I am a teenager,
I have done a lot of stupid things.
I pretend to be smarter than I really am.
I pretend to be stronger than I really am.
I pretend to be more mature than I really am.
Love is for movies.
Love is for when I'm older.
I am young, I am still fifteen.
I don't have my life in order because I'm still living it.
I change a lot, personality wise.
Because I will never be the person I want to be.
I am honest.
I write my feelings down, because I don't know how to show them.
My ideal boy is someone I used to like, but we don't talk anymore.
I wonder if he ever even thinks of me?
It's late. It's been a long day.
My mind is not at its best, I'm way to tired. The end.