Words bore me much. A little timeout :)
Photobooth turns my voice gay. Bored, bored and still bored. glued to my place for 3 days straight. you babies can come over to my place to entertain me. HEE HEE HEE.
" I'm not always as confident as I seem. There are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me.. sometimes I just want a hug.. Someone who will let me cry. I like when boys cry in front of me — when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart.(thats why I keep falling over and over again)And my trust in people has not diminished. To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever." - http://runawaytrain.tumblr.com/
Its funny how minds think alike. almost 89% alike.
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