Everyday I wake up thinking about what’s going to happen.
Is it going to be a better day? Will my life gets better today?
Will I receive a good new?
I’m a mess. I don’t even understand myself.
I prefer be alone. But there’s somedays I’d like to have someone by my side.
I’m a contradiction.
I fall in love so easily but I’m not a person who’d like to be in a relationship.
I’m desperate, obsessive and possessive.
But I don’t like people who are this way.
I cry and I feel pain.
I complain and then I think I shouldn’t do this.
I wish my life was better
but then I think there’re lots of people who would do anything to be in my place.
I want my life to change but when it happens I regret to have desired it.
I’m scared about new things but I’m also tired of my routine.
I feel so mature but when I’m love I feel I’m most immature person in the world.
I feel so smart but when I do something wrong I blame myself for think this.
I’m annoying but I’m also funny. I’m desperate but I’m also lovely.
I’m a lot of things but I’m also can be classified with a few words.
I’m a friend but I’m also would like to be a boyfriend.
I have a small name but I don’t have a small mind.
I have a young mind but I have lots of things to say.
