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Perpetual romantic, people watcher, and advocate for 50s revival. Lost in youth but found in the comic section of a newspaper.
It’s every word in a song, every chord strung that reminds me of you. And every time I see a sunset, I blink in the memories of us. It’s really not as it seems. I just miss your heartbeat, but mostly your smile.
Life has crazy twists and turns. Ups and downs are taking over my life. But I live for that stuff. I live for driving home 2 hours past my curfew just to sneak in my house and pray my parents aren’t awake. I like the adrenaline. It bothers me when my boyfriend says I’m not spontaneous. I think the expectation of sponteneity has heightened. Especially if you do a lot of crazy things right off the bat.
Sorry I got so busy. Life interjected. Getting my mac tonight and then I’ll probably be on a lot more. Also, I’ve been sick almost constantly lately, unfortunately.
Well it’s a big, big world out there but she’s not scared. She thinks that nobody cares about her problems, & she’s probably right
atleasticansayistandforsomething:
School tomorrow,
yippee.
Then boyfriend’s house.
Then picking up paycheck.
Then Target for work shoes and stuff.
