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Monday, 17 January 2011

pleas. I want






Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer





Grool. I meant to say cool and then I started to say great.




You were what I wanted but it never seemed like you wanted me so I guess because of that, I stopped wanting you.





Let's do what our parents said not to.






Someday, you will miss me.







Feel the alcohol pumping through your veins.





Girls do not dress for boys. They dress for themselves, and of course, each other. If girls dressed for boys, they'd just walk around naked at all times.





Sometimes. Words are not enough to make someone feel that you care for them. Sometimes, it needs a little effort to convince them that you really care.






It's obvious that my heart beats for you







This is what I feel when you kiss me










It's you. It's always been you






I dream too much





What is three months of freedom, sleeping in late, swimming, tanning, beaches, friends, staying up late called ? SUMMER





I can't sleep knowing you're thinking of sad things
We have all:
  • sucked on our necklaces
  • chewed on our pencils or pens
  • spun around in circles for no apparent reason
  • tried to hide behind a pole 1/9 our size
  • asked our friends to tie our shoes
  • tried to have staring contests with fishes





What hurts the most ? the pain of having no one else or the pain you feel when you're loving someone ?

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