I'm quirky, silly, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that I have... and even with my faults, I am worth loving.
Love hurts,not true. Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love.In reality LOVE is the only thing that cover up all the pain and makes us feel great again.