itsHER
the girl next door


nguggy.
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

Tuesday, July 12, 2011
i just need you so much,
and lately it feels like peanut butter and jelly,
its right like mixing salt and pepper.
six months passed and we're closer then ever,
i'm not even gonna try and use an analogy for that
cause facts are facts.
and even though its right
i can't help but contemplate.
today i will be the outsider,

but i just need you so much,
you don't understand how scared i've been lately,
and even though you're always near me,
part of me feels alone.
I need you so much,
every inch of me depends on you
and we've gone so far together,
yet i feel like we're on different lanes.

i don't really know how to make it sound right,
but we're just two very different people
like pieces of puzzles trying to fit together,
trying hard to make it all right.
we were two from a thousand,
what are the possibility of us being perfect?

we don't even talk anymore,
our time together consists of sleep, movies and mutual silence.
sometimes its a little more, the fun and games.

and you know me so well,
aren't you proud what you've learnt off by heart,
what i chose to show you.

in the end, you don't really know me at all.
and maybe i don't really need you.
just maybe.


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