Of course you can paint on me.

The things I miss...
The people I miss...
I don't understand what I'm rying to accopmlish by
talking to him still.
I have so much false hope.
The pretty picture painted in my head isn't really that pretty.
I'm just a suckah and I'm down for any attention I can get from him.
NO matter the circumstance. What a desperado.
why don't you come to your senses?
Well I don't have normal ones. or Common sensical ones.
I live life vicariously through a girl that I made up in my head.
She's everything i could want to be and she has everything i could ever want/need.
But My bubble pops once you realistic people tell me how it isn't.
If I'm masking my avoiding what i should do and I'm happy with it then isn't that alright?
Heart break is the worst pain I've felt in life so far.
As soon as something stings me worse than that.
I might get a grip.
I'm ignorantly stubborn.
So I'm going to persist yet again in about five minutes.
you really have ruined me.