All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
The Beatles, (Eleanor Rigby)
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When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
Goo Goo Dolls, (Iris)
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Stuck
We all have one; that person who we keep going back to no matter what. That person who has treated us horribly, yet we continue to fall back on them. They’ve torn our hearts to shreds and made us cry ourselves to sleep at night, yet we still answer their phone calls and run to them when they call us. I’ve tried to come up with a reason for this and I think that it’s because although these people have made us completely miserable, they’ve also made us unbelievably happy. We can’t give up on them because they’ve never done so to us. So we become stuck at a fork in the road and we must choose between the road that leads us forward, or the road that leads us right back to them.
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You can bandage the damage, you never really can fix a heart.
Demi Lovato, (Fix A Heart)
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Gabby's the name, and i'm 16 years old. Music is my life. For some reason a guitar, pen and paper can just make everything better for me. I have an infinite love for Death Cab and City & Colour, but if you talk to most of my friends they'll probably tell you I'm obsessed with Justin Bieber or Drake...which I am, I really can't deny that. I also have a special adoration for Oasis, Rooney, Frank Ocean, The Weeknd, illScarlett, Red Jumpsuit and Taylor Swift. I am greatly afraid of escalators and cats make me nervous. I'm kind of socially awkward and I'm good at faking a smile. Nicholas Sparks is my favourite author. J'adore le langue du français, boys confuse me and the 80s inspires me. I think pickles and sour keys are fantastc, and I eat poptarts from the inside out.
I'm a believer, a doubter, a lover, a hater, a friend and an enemy. I have dreams and I have nightmares, I smile and I cry, I'm weird and I'm normal. And I am perfectly okay with that jumbled mess that I call me because truth is; I don't know who I am or who I want to be, but I don't think anyone really does right now. That's half the fun of being a teenager <3
