itsHER
the girl next door


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16; sydney. a relatively good girl. feeling like she has a lot to say yet doesn't know how. So maybe these stories and scribbles of thoughts might turn out pointless to you. Maybe You'll dig some meaning out of them. Or maybe, you'll maybe one day even think and feel like she does. Maybe one day, you'll finally truly understand. Maybe you could even tell them for her. Just maybe. xx_.

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Dear you,

because sometimes i don't know how to get you anymore;
because it was always you. && somehow i hope it always will be.
PPJjunior

changes.
Friday, July 17, 2009
changes cant be helped.
the changes in a person.
the changes in a relationship.
those are the worst changes.
because it is change that causes two people to grow further apart? isnt it.. idk what am i going on about..

do i have anything to fear of anymore.. maybe it was an accident. im not so sure.. but what if they werent accidents. twice its happened. what if its dejavu all over agaain ? what if i continue to keep my mouth shut and it happens again and again and then ill never learn how to get over them ???
what do i do ? how do i learn how to get over them ??
what if like ill never learn to open up to someone and then it piles and piles and piles and i really do something stupid... just what if ..
im just scared itll happen again . and what if like next time im unlukier? and like noones there or something. i hate this blog. its the only way i can express myself yet its so depressing because when i go to my family and friends i always have to put on a smile and be the person they want me to be. im tired.. how much longer can i carry on? how much longer till it stops?

each minute goes by so slow. yet the days wont wait for me. i feel like a bum. i do nothing all day and at night i mope here. i want to abandon this page but now its like an addiction where i just let everything out of me. or at least partially...

no one understands. arggggghh . no matter how they try they wont.
no matter how many times they ask i wont tell.
its a burden for me to carry. if i tell everyone will be pained. so its just best this way. yes its worth it. its worth it.

i have a fever...


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