So im a teenage girl growing up in the City. Faced with all the usual teenage drama: boys, make-up, mother-dearest, etc. And, Oh yeah. I'm bipolar.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Home is wherever I'm with you
I wish I could come home but my head won't let me. I'm falling and you're the only one that can help but I can't promise you what you want and I'm not ready for that commitment. My heart is yours onli forever but I can't come home until my head is ready. I can't expect you to wait but naiively and selfishly I hope you will. It kills me to know that I am hurting you and all I want is for you to be happy. If nothing else I hope we can be friends in the future. Until you ask me otherwise I will leave you alone and give you all the space you need.
I will always love you.
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