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♥...x__Seasons are changing and waves are crashing...
&Stars are falling all for us...x
Katie Elizabeth to my mother; nothing to you.
Birmingham. B28. Special people do impressions of my accent.
I'm just a kid trying not to grow up too fast.
Loser. Wannabe. Geek.
&Sorry, I’m not pretty or thin.
I’m a nice girl really. I make wishes on [11:11] and I drink my fizzy pop through a straw. Diet Coke, thankyou. I really don’t like having crumbs in my bed or hearing my heartbeat in my ear when I’m trying to go to sleep. I hardly ever get the hiccups. Sunshine is the best weather and I *love* long train journeys and wasting my time talking about nothing. I want to find the gold at the end of the rainbow. Presents are wonderful things, and I am a magpie when it comes to sparkles. Pretty boys should kiss other pretty boys more often. Problem? “Molesting is to grabbing as stalking is to appreciation.†I passed the 11+, bitch; my friends and I are pretty fit for Grammar School Girls *giggle* &They’re all wickedace.! Cuddles are the bestever. Please? I love the red sweeties. Three Lions is the best anthem; sing it at Wembley. Cricket isn’t boring, you just don’t understand it. I’ll get the violence out if you provoke me. Lynx is sex in a smell. Late night apple pie and ice cream tastes fit. Oh, &I’m proud of my Chav days and nights at Teenculture. Firemen... *melt*. Enough said.
<&&Here's a letter from the r e a l w o r l d; [I] don't expect you'll reply>
♥... "Everyone hurts, and it can get really hard, but you know what.. You get on with it. You buckle up, put your head down and fucking get on with it, because you have to, because that's what life is: Living." ...♥
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone ? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
Now&then I pretend that I'm really content, that I'm happy with a 14 when I'd rather be a 10. Starve myself for a day, then I eat for a week. If I was picture perfect would I feel more complete? It's all over the place, its all up in my face, you keep pushing how perfect I should be...
"I'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own piece of mind, I'm not perfect."
[Overrated Baby]