I wish I could believe

I was born a night owl.

I, I love you like a love song baby.

I want to be loved like Joshua Jackson loves Diane Kruger.

It's always summer in my heart and in my soul.

Summer and I have a love/hate relationship. 

That is, I love summer until around August when the heat settles in and seems never ending. Then all I can crave is rainy mornings, falling leaves and cute sweaters.

No one ever said I wasn't fickle.

Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Old hope, got stuck in your throat

As someone who is almost a Type A personality, who takes things way too seriously, and has a mother who has to be part hoarder, it’s incredibly hard for me to let things go. Whether they be material objects, past arguments, bad relationships or expectations, it always a challenge.