sometimes writing.
I hate those endless nights when I cannot feel you but I smell your parfume everywhere. Please, come back home. Come back home to me.
- 18 y.o.
- crazy.
- head in the clouds.
- drunk.
- happy.
- not the best person to talk to.
- in love with him.
- Nowhere
- JoinedOctober 21, 2013
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