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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.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
thoughts :
- can we talk
- like im still not over it
- it was years ago
- but i miss you
- kinda
- idk
- i miss having someone like you to talk to
- today was so weird
- it was like so surreal
- like i could talk to you about anything
- anything
- ugh
- i didnt even want to date you
- and i knew what you thought
- i just wanted to chill
- just talk
- and be what we were
- this once every few months awkwardness is so weird
