unwanted memories

claire | cameras | photography | marijuana | pansexual | age is only a number | idgafuck. |
you may call me bee, if you wish. and i am here on my own accord. i walk into walls and photograph my surroundings. i can hear the words that flow from your vocals, but rarely understand them. im inlove with love, and cannot hate without good reason. ill scream out to you, though i doubt youll listen. because, i am, only but a teen.

fuckerrss

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my mind is in that weird place where,

i remember someone from a long time ago, and realize how much i cared, what they meant to me. and i start to wonder where they are right now, who they might be with, what we would be doing if we were still friends, how my life would look if they still at least acted like they knew my name. it hurts sometimes. because i look at what i did, or didnt do, and, with some, i did all i could. i tried and tried and yet, i still lost them.
like with you, my friend, i lost you. i thought at first, i knew what i had down wrong, and i thought at first, that i had fixed it. but apparently i hadnt. because its been over a year since we hung out, its been over a year since ive seen you smile at something ive said, its been over a year since i woke you up for school, its been over a year since i rode in your car, its been over a year since i thought you cared. its been over a year.
why. tell me that much, and ill let you be if thats what you want. i would just like to know.

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