☆It starts with one and ends with one.
But in between that there's millions.☆
Hey, call me Jack. I actually have no idea what or who I am or want to be anymore. I'm trying to figure it out though.
My scars whisper my story. My eyes show my pain. But my smile gives nothing away.
When I look at the ocean, it like Im looking into Zach's eyes.
When I hear a sad song, it's like I'm listening to Mark.
When I see another with hidden scars, I think of Alex.
When I speak a lie of being okay or fine, I feel like Justin.
They'll always be living even if they're gone.
Message me anytime. I roleplay so yea. Ask for Kik. Later lovelies.