I crave attention, lack motivation and fall in love too easily it's a deadly combination I guess I need to deal with a little more productively and I can't help feel like I'm stuck in high school and life's a constant prank on me
you can count on me to show up but don't assume I'll be of any use and you could wait for me to grow up but it'd be quicker not to give a fuck
if I had a penny for every night I've cried the ground would collapse around me I couldn't count enough stars for every time I've sighed I guess I'm just unlucky