I have high hopes for the future, that's why it freaks me out so much

I expect too much from my friends so when they back stab me, it's somewhat heart breaking.

I love being immature, and being kiddish. Being serious means I'm getting old.

I often stay up, hoping against all hope that he will find me somehow. But it never happens, that's the sad thing.

Sometimes I wonder if I made the same impression the way he took my breath away the first time we met. All I can do is hope...

I want to live forever, to love the person I'm meant to be with, and just be happy.