My Papercut Chronicles

me!

Hey :) Um....here's a LITTLE bit about me! Believe me, you must be really special if you're reading this. You must be amazing if you understand it. If you talk to me about it, you're just spiffy. My name is Gabrielle. I like that my name splits in two.

Gabby:
Hey, I'm Gabby! I'm really friendly and I love giving hugs! I go to Catholic school and I get pretty good grades. I have the best friends in the world, and I'm always open for more. I'm still trying to figure out exactly what makes sense in my life. I have two passions, one that carries more weight than the other. Basketball is one, I can't really bring myself to stop. That means something, right? And music. I wouldn't be here without it. I sing, and that's truely what I want to do. Maybe one day I'll do that. I'm working on it :) . I'm thankful to God for my life. It's been hard sometimes, but who's hasn't, right?


Brielle:
Hey, hoe. I'm Brielle. Don't fuck with my friends, and I won't fuck with you, okay? Umm..I play basketball because I love it, and it's good for my figure. I sing, because I have to. Music is what got me through the hardest of times: cutting, forcing myself to learn how to stop, and those lonely times when you know there's just no one that could understand.
I need Gabby. She nourishes me, and she lets me out when I need some air. She can write and sing whatever I need to be told. But she can't sing like I can, and you have to be extremely spiffy for me to let you here me sing. I have the sweetest ass in my class :) but I let Gabby take credit. I spoil that chick so much! I take the pain for her when the worst times come. In an ugly situation, I let her sleep, and I come out. I can be destructive, or I can be powerful. Gabby's sweet and I don't want her to get fucked up, so it's my turn to shine when she can't handle the pressure. When things get hard, but she can handle it, I'm the one that makes her suck it up.
She's the cute one. I'm the hot one. She's the photographer, I'm the model. She's the singer, I'm the lyrics and the voice within. I'll explain more later, but for now, that's all you need to know.

I love you, no matter who you are.
Gabrielle ♥♥




Floors Are Invisible

At least I’m not saying that the stars are blind :P

What I mean by “floors are invisible” is that you never truly know where you stand. No matter what trials and experiences you go through with someone, you never really know how the other person sees you, how he/she values you, things like that.

And you never really feel the exact same way about two different people.

With one, I know that person couldn’t care less about me. But we were going to do something together, and I’m sure that person forgot. It’s been proven once again that I’m forgettable, so that person probably forgot me as well. What I don’t understand is why, but I guess it doesn’t matter. The only reason I care (I hope) is because now I have to figure out how to do without that person. And I will, I just hate trying to be patient with myself and my life.

With another person, we’ve been through tons together. In that person’s head, I don’t know how “together” it’s been, but it’s no doubt that we’re so not loosing contact. We’ll stay in touch until our cell phone bills stop comin’. It’s just weird to see how even when certain things are said, I still come after someone else. Not just any someone else, but someone with a history. It’s not that I want to stand before that historic legend, but I’d like to understand why or how.

I’d like to understand a lot of things. I’d like to understand the relations between my friend that I don’t talk to as much as I’d like to and my ex boyfriend. Not the most fun thing to think about, but he reminds me of Latte. Going to whoever cares about him, I guess. I’m forgotten again, but that’s okay.

Why do I always go for the vulnerable ones? The one steady, strong guy I had, I let go of for the most vulnerable of the bunch. But I was also very vulnerable, and that’s why I did it. Anyway, I’m not even going to go any further into that today, because it doesn’t matter.

I’m going to the mall today. Pauline and Momo are supposed to hang at the mall with me. Eric, as usual, will or will not show up. Good luck to him!

haha, This seems like an entry to show to my shrink. Shout-out to Max! ROFLCOPTERRR

Aight, let’s get some fucking shoes.

i love you

gab

brielle

July 31, 2009
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