So beautiful and lovely... creative and intelligent. Yet so torn apart... and tragic...
Oh how perfectly imperfect.
My name is Devin.
I'm your average teenage girl with a few dents and scratches. I guess you could say I'm somewhere between Perfect and Disaster. I've made mistakes in my life, I've let people take advantage of me & I've expected way less than what I deserve. But I've learned from my bad choices & even though there are some things I can never get back & people who will never be sorry, I know better next time & won't settle for anything less than what I deserve.
There's nothing more amazing than to live a life full of regrets and broken promises. Because in the end, you realize that they weren't all for nothing. They made you someone and they ment something, each and every one.http://www.formspring.me/DeviDear
No. No, you can’t… STOP. Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave… if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two… forty-two… I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. Please… I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want to forget.