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The hardest part;* about growing up is letting go of what you were used to & moving on with something you're not.
I'm jealous of her. Not becayse I want you to be mine. I'm not that dumb. I know that you and me would never work out. I'm jealous because you and her could.
He was different. He never said "I want to be friends." After he said goodbye. It was like he knew, he knew that he had broken my heart Bad enough when he saw my tears fall. He knew me well enough that he knew just what to say. And when he spoke. He look me in the eyes and said. "I hope you talk to me again someday."
It's amazing how every girls has that one guy. That could call her up at 3 in the morning. And says lets hang out. Im coming to get you. She'd put aside her show. Her excitement. Her anger or hate for him. She'd only give him 4 words. "Give me 10 minutes."
I'm a mess and my room usually is too. I laugh at the stupidest things. And say the wrong things at the wrong time. I cry for no reason. I get jealous easily. I don't have it all together but.. I like it that way.
sometimes she didnt want sweet. she wanted tough, or dangerous, or just plain bad. she knew this was screwed up. she was trying not to want that anymore, because she almost always got what she wanted except when it came to love
we have the fuck you attitudes, the party hard personalities and honestly we dont care if we mean a damn thing to you
it's easy to convince yourself that your not in love with someone... until you see him in the hallway or smell someone wearing his cologne and then you will say "here we go again"
