in the end i'm not perfect, i'll annoy you and tick you off, say stupid things then take them back, but put all that aside and you'll never find a girl that loves you more than I do
cause "real" girls aren't perfect and "perfect" girls aren't real
people always breakin' up falling in and out of love,
i just want to let you know,
that i will never let you go, for the rest of my life
Screaming, crying, shouting - none of these stop the weight of panic So instead I lay there, like fog the panic wraps itself around me, blurs my vision and in reality my thoughts. I call it claustrophobia, I name it paranoia but its definition is fear. I fear being left. I fear being hurt. In my dreams the fear manifests itself - nightmares, believable stories. I fear waking up. Will I return to the living and be a witness to it all crashing down around me? Will I wake and be starting all over again? I panic, overanalyse, I think about what I would feel if everything went wrong, how would I cope? Then the panic releases its hold, the fear creeps back into its hiding place.
When I fall in love it is as far as you can fall My family mean everything to me Christmas is my favourite time of year - I adore everything about it I have the best group of girls you will ever find I have a spectacularly bad sense of direction I am obsessed with shoes and handbags I hate my indecisiveness I know how incredibly lucky I am I think about things, then I think about them again and again and again I need constant reassurance on pretty much everything that I do I will protect and fight for anything I believe in
"Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end life is about not knowing dealing with change taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what is going to happen next"
Rain rain go away Come again another day Little Lauren wants to play You are keeping her at bay She just wants to pop to Cartier And maybe say hello to MaxMara Rain rain, I wish you'd be gone forever!