She read more than she loved her favorite songs told me more about her than she ever did half the days she'd ignor me the other half her shy smile made my week I wanted to understand her I wanted to read every book she's ever read and understand how in the hell her world could be less important to her than the ones she dived into everyday I can't understand how she didn't see the stars in her eyes or the sun in her smile or the music in her voice but all I can think is that if she was a book I'd never put her down
YOU ARE READING
the book of my messy thoughts
Randomthis is all my messy thoughts put together basically rants & quotes I hope I can have this book help people in some way realize that they're not alone & are amazing
