When all was said and done, you told me we’d still be friends. Well I guess you lied, unless being friends with someone means completely ignoring their existance. I try to pretend I don’t care, but I just can’t let go. You made me happy, gave me hope, and told me I was beautiful, that’s more than a girl like me could ever ask for. I thought you were perfect. And every time I see you with another girl my heart breaks a little bit more. You bring out a jealous side of me that I didn’t even know I had. I want to be with you, and for a while I had some dillusion that you clearly wanted the same. Still, did you have to do what you did to me? Did you even like me at all? Did you mean anything that you said? I want to ask you all of these things but you won’t talk to me. I can’t tell if it’s because you don’t care, or if you just can’t face me, or if it’s for some other reason. No matter how much anyone tells me to forget you or to move on, I just can’t. What we had was too amazing for me to forget. I’m still confused as to where it all went wrong, and I guess I’ll never really know. But just so you know, no matter how much you hurt me, I still think you’re perfect. Even though I’m broken, lonely and confused I still manage to think good things. Do you think the same of me? Do even think of me at all?
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
