Separation Anxiety
I silently watched the clock ticking by, too overwhelmed by the heart breaking news. How could he do this. Of all people.
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ebbie_is_cool
Haha how's it going bro? Yeah my names Ebony, but most people call me Ebbie. A day to remember the wombats and two door cinema club are life, along with supernoodles. Oh and Pewdiepie is God..
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Life
The best is over , the worst's yet to come. The battles not over, it's not even begun.
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Hmmm
I am unsure whether to bother with a 'holiday part 3' I don't know, I'm undecided....
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Holiday Part Two
My heart was pounding in my chest. I froze to the spot, still staring at the five bloody hand prints. What was happening. Was this all a dream. A nightmare.
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Tonight
I am posting 'The Holiday Part 2' tonight =).
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Untitled
The holiday part two is currently being created =).
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This, is why I never trust anyone..
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Holiday Part 1
I awoke to the sunlight blinding me through the net curtain, I tried to roll over but I couldn't sleep, so I got up and went for a walk down the caravan.
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Hmmmm..
Okay so I was thinking the other day, if I got on a bus and jumped, would I land in the same place, or further back?.
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Tomorrow
I should probably sleep but the thought of tomorrow scares me, tomorrow is the start of a new me, a me who relies on no one but myself.
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Yolo is the worst abbreviation ever..
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I sometimes wonder if you even care, you act as though I'm not even there. Even when you do speak to me, I can tell you don't want to, it's not hard to see.
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1:27am
I should probably sleep but I feel so terrible....
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What's The Point?
What's the point. The point in trying, crying, hiding. What's the point in getting good grades. What's the point in being popular. What's the point in being scared.
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4 Minutes
I sat in bed, listening to the rain hit the window, reflecting on the past. It was a warm day, about 6 months ago, I had a friend who was a bit of a slut.
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