Gotta do something about this.
Everything is going to be okay.December is a month for love.
Dead honest truth:
I have no friends.I'm sick of trying to figure out whats wrong with me.
I will never, ever be good enough.
fifteen.
I want to take a deep breath,and walk through the doors...
again.
I want things to be simple,
and I want to get giddy over a boy that holds me at the busstop because I'm cold.
I want to imagine the future,
and see myself as some gorgeous girl at 17.
I want to have everything ahead of me again.
I wouldn't waste it.
when all I wanted was to be wanted, wish I could go back and tell myself what I know now
crash. crash. crash....
I'm not the one.I'm sorry if you thought I was.
I can't fill in the spaces,
not the unknown.
This is too much.
I want so much more.
I'm only pulling away...
Because I want to be close.I'm too sure of the outcome to take a chance.
I hope you'll understand...
Because somewhere, somehow, we are staring up at the same dark sky...and our hearts are racing in one single harmony.
leaving New York that night was probably one of the most painful things I have ever went through. I mean, it wasn't as if I was dying...but trying not to cry when you really need to is torture. And of course I only lost in the end.I hate that I'm not older. That I'm not more mature. That I'm not smarter, or faster, or more confident. I wish that I didn't have to be in school, and that I didn't have to work. I wish I wasn't such a child....that I could take care of myself, and have the ability to fully grasp an understanding of important situations. I wish I could still be there now, and that a part of my heart hadn't been left behind, and we pulled away that rainy night. I wish I would have loved stronger, wished harder, and held on tighter. I wish I would have seen my childhood for what it was, and lived it to the fullest. Because I will never, ever get those days back. And I will never, ever get my family back....not fully. I'm still so young, and still so very much the same....but I know I'm not supposed to be. Everyone else has grown up, but I'm still that five year old girl that looks up to her big cousins, and cries over everything. I'm still that seven year old that writes stories, and daydreams far too much. I'm still that ten year old that curiosity overwhelms as she tries to figure out what love means.
Sometimes I think that, if I had just grown up the way everyone else did, that it wouldn't hurt so much. I wouldn't be ripped away so hard, because I wouldnt be so attatched.
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At the very least...
I expected a response.Boys disappoint you every time.
sorry I wasn't up to playing games anymore,
or being the second.
Who knew a text message could shift the world.
Steven just texted me.Just to talk,
conversate....
Connect.
This has just brightened my mood beyond belief. Becuase I feel like my family is finally coming back together again. I love all my cousins, so very much. They're starting to pull themselves together, and I think that everything is going to work out right this time.
It does kill me though, that some of them have to leave to make it possible.
Teresa Jo is my best friend. There is no doubt in my mind about this now.
And I am going to miss her so, so much.
I am counting down the days until I go to New York.
sometimes it gets too hard to handle things on your own.
I miss my best friend.But it hurts too much to try again.
somewhere along the way,
she dissappeared.
there's a reason these cliches are overused.
they're all true.you dont know what you've got until it's gone.
I always knew what I had.
I always knew it would slip away.
and still...
I neglected to hold on for as long as i could,
as hard as I could.
I have no one to blame but myself.
she'll cover her eyes, and stitch up her mouth. lies lies lies.
I can't believe I let myself fall into that trap again.I need to sew my mouth shut before it gets me into trouble.
you dont really like me, why do you pretend?
why do you know the things to say, to weaken me and make my knees shake?
I don't want to play this game anymore...
at least not at the moment. We both know I'll be ready to play again soon.
I am such a vulnerable girl.
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Gotta do something about this.
Dead honest truth:
fifteen.
crash. crash. crash....
I'm only pulling away...
Because somewhere, somehow, we are staring up at the same dark sky...and our hearts are racing in one single harmony.
everyone should join.
At the very least...
Who knew a text message could shift the world.
sometimes it gets too hard to handle things on your own.
there's a reason these cliches are overused.
she'll cover her eyes, and stitch up her mouth. lies lies lies.
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