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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

crashing brandons.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
i woke up at 6 today; yeps particularly early since i didn't go to bed till one...
I'm at brandon's today.. he's in Melbourne visiting his father so i kinda crash in his room and yerhh. i don't think he's gonna be happy when he comes back/ ahahah. i mean who would be :/ but lek (sorry i took you robe took brandon & sorry bout your surprise, please don't kill me) AAHAHAHAHAHHA. i tagged his bonds :L
when i woke up; i was greeted by sunrise. i wonder if he's ever noticed it? but then and again he is a guy and he isn't really the sentimental type.

Today the sunrise was beautiful in its own way/certainly much better than this past week's weather. The clouds were a thick solid gray, like whipped cement. It was lined with a gold lining, and topped with a light blue-gray sky. beautiful, extraordinary in its own way. i wanted to share it with him. That was my first thought. my second was to call him...
Honestly, I've never been much of a moonlight girl until he mentioned the moon to me... I was always the type to wake up in the morning and browse for the shining the sky. A sense of new hope and beginning, cliche,but i truly wish there was such thing. that everything could so easily be thrown away and started all over again. When he mentioned the moon to me, at first i took glances when the time of the month came... then it became a routine, and by the time i got back to him to tell him it was full moon, i'd felt as if he'd slapped me in the face. his heart was also full. then it just became something i looked for in the night sky every night. I'd fallen for him without realizing it... and now when i look at the moon..its just something so pretty.. i lights up the night sky, like he was my light during my darkest moments... if you look carefully at the moon, do you see a face? because somehow i do.. its just been different, very different indeed.

Dear you; i'm sorry that i write about nothings at all, i'm just truly selfish aren't i. but im scared, i'm scared that one day I'll simply forget.

x


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