Just a normal over-emotional teenager who cares too much.

Tremaine Neverson and Jack the Lad Swing.

You asked me once, “what did I do to deserve someone like you?”
Absolutely nothing. You left me heartbroken; hurt and bruised.
Was that your way of warning me? Trying to show me something about you I didn’t before, care to believe?
And the lesson I’ve learned is:
The more you do, the less they have to. Don’t end up the fool.

You realise how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.

I’ve cried so much this last week I don’t actually know what to do with myself