My life as of 11:53 pm Jan.2.2011

What I start to believe

I’m the kind of girl that you want in your bed at night but not cooking you breakfast in the morning. The kind that is fine to talk about your dreams when your drunk but not good enough to even say “hello” to in the morning. The kind that whenever you bust your screaming out my name but once your done you get dressed and leave and never look back…