I’m not perfect. I made a lot of mistakes last semester, and did some really crazy things that I’m not proud of. I like to drink, and I like to party. I’m a really flirty drunk. I get really moody when I’m stressed. I complain a lot. I like to be alone. I’m incredibly clingy, and I’m going to want you to talk to me all the time. I’m a conflicted person, and I’m really indecisive. I spend a whole day once a month wallowing in my loss. I’m going to push you away because I’m afraid of what’s happening here. But I hope you can stick with me, because you make me smile, and I want to try this out.
(Source: unforgivablememories)
