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I’m Connie, 15 and living in Sydney, Australia. I actually have no idea what I’m doing here but I really like cats and clothes.

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Monday, December 2, 2013

This time last year I was just getting to know you. I think I was talking to you at least 10 hours of each day, whether it be by text/fb or skype. And the more I learnt about you, the more I liked you and related to you. Not like ' iwanttofuckyou ' but as in a ' youunderstandme ' way. Anything I had to vent about, you had the right things to say and you understood. You told me the most fucked up shit and I did the same, including some things I'd never tell anyone. We had endless inside jokes about the weirdest shit and allnightered with the most fucked up deep conversations and when we had nothing to say in calls, it wasn't even awkward. When we were in groups, people didn't even understand what the fuck we were on about because we were so retarded yet we still understood. We made so many plans for the future and my perspective on people and life changed. You probably were the only one I trusted then, especially when I was so depressed.  But then all of that obviously had to end and now we barely talk, there's like no conversation between us and although I don't miss you, I miss having someone like that. Someone who understood me to the tiniest cell in my body and who knew what to do, say and could make me go from laughing out loud to crying in the matter of seconds.