Confessions

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my story

But what comes next?
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She put them into words, she wrote them into letters of love that she never dared to send. Well, until the day she did anyway.

Miscellaneous
Trash
Not...sending them are we?

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Hi. Look, I know that keeping a journal or diary or whatever the hell you call it is as cliché as crap but I can just tell you that this stuff in here-it's also as real as crap.

I never knew that I'd become so broken. I've always been known as a strong girl, emotionally and physically, and I wasn't expecting one boy to break me that easily. Well, at least I never expected myself to just die a little inside that easily.

If you like stories about music, romance, failed romance (either way, okay?), tomboys, emos, punks, goths, (maybe even a combination of all three!), school, dreams, and something like an autobiography, go on ahead.