I’m not perfect. I’m never going to be the prettiest one in the room. Not everyone likes me. I don’t have guys all over me. I have breakouts. I eat snacks after 7 pm. I forget to do my homework. I don’t always get straight A’s. I don’t get a million text messages a day. I like guys who don’t like me back. I stay up late watching television. I over-analyze things. I’m sarcastic. I sometimes offend people by mistake. I don’t know all the answers. But perfect isn’t everything, and it doesn’t mean I don’t need someone to love me for my flaws. I’m me.
I spend the night thinking and thinking endlessly. Even if I only see you in my dreams. I’m not sure why when you’re in my dreams though. Maybe its because I heard that if you dream with someone, they were thinking about you the day before or at that moment. Ahh, doesn’t really matter, I just know you’re stuck in my head for the rest of the night and nothing can make you leave my mind.