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.
I remember talking to you and saying ive never seen you before and your like actually we smoked together once. I knew I wanted to get to know you but i was shy. I now remember that day and everything we talked about. But then I was not attracted to you bc of your long beard. I am sorry. Bc now id love you no matter what. But it took you talking to me again to make me realize that