I don't know how much more you want to get to know me. Maybe you wish something was there that isn't. Maybe I'm not exactly what you thought I was. Maybe you have this image of me that isn't actually me. I have let you in more than anybody but yet you still want more. I don't understand. Maybe there isn't anymore for you to see. I'm not that confusing.

"What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?"

Sorry. I can't do anything right. It's never your fault stop saying that. It is my fault. I'm cold and distant and mean. You can disagree all you want but it is true.

Stupid phone.

I do not want to clean my room. And I like the stuff that's in it. I don't want to get rid of anything. I already did that.

I love Kate Nash.

And I'm stubborn and I shout and I'll cut you out
And I'll make you feel like I never wanted to make you feel

I need to meet her.

What is with the lack of this. Lame.