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That Girl

Hey!
I'm sure you guys know who i am if not how'd you get here in the first place? :)
And if you don't know who i am and you somehow managed to find your sneaky little way here,
well then i guess maybe i'll run into you one day.
Although if you do know me somehow and i don't know you,
feel free to say hey!


XOXO V. Giselle

Victoria Giselle

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Monday, December 29, 2008
My reality.

Today.
Well actually a few hours ago.
I was in church in the morning.
And i felt so terribly alone.
Are they my friends or am i too quiet?
I don't know...
At times they are so nice...
Yet times i'm invisible...
And at times i feel like a replacement...
So which one am i?
While whispers remain in the circle...

Then there's that stupid boy.
That one.
The one i hate so much.
But the still someone i want to talk to,
to be close to.
But everytime i have to try to keep myself from falling,
and knocking my head so hard,
to be blinded.
And feeling sadness not belonging to me...

I'm camping at franny's this coming weekend.
It's nice to have someone.
To feel at home.