strange boys messaging me

 constantly over thinking everything

I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed. And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) 

 I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking; quoting poetry; and making a good life.

all i want to do is draw draw sleep draw eat sleep draw.YA ESTOY SALADA.
//The sea is salt, and so am i\\\