I somehow always end up breaking my own heart. I feel too much, or not at all. These emotions come in waves; they either keep me afloat, or swallow me as a whole.

I'm not shy to admit that I'm indeed a damsel in distress. I like being saved, and I want to be taken care of. Yes, I can be weak. and I can be stupid. Afterall, that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.