Don’t judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I have and cried as many tears as me. Until then back-off, cause you have no idea.
So there’s this boy – we argue a lot. He makes fun of me because I can’t stay on the same subject for more than 5 seconds, before I’m on to the next one. He handles me when I’m sad and handles me when I’m mad. I tell him I hate him, and he responds with “no you don’t”. Yeah – he’s not prince charming, but to me he couldn’t be more perfect.
