you.

i remember those times when everything was perfect.
but perfection doesn't exist,
because perfect is boring.
perfect is cucumber sandwiches, corsets and small talk about the weather.

im not perfect. i'm proud of my imperfections.

so why do you still expect me to be perfect?

you don't have a hold on me, however much that hurts me, it's true. because i define perfect as the times when your hold on me was strong. now, you laugh at me when i'm getting on fine, and i'm back to where i started from. don't tell me to move on unless you've got a place for me to go, cause i can't find one.

"my heart will always beat for you, you'll just never be close enough to hear it."

come back, please.
forget that, what's the point in asking...

ahhhh. :(

song of my day:
stop crying your heart out - oasis
'be on your way, and stop crying your heart out...'

loveyou.