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• --> Aleksandra aka abBie
  Oke. Ajmo od početka, pa ako nešto preskočim, nema veze, jer ionako ovo nitko neće pročitati. Dakle, mama i tata su se krajem 1992. jako voljeli pa je mami narastao trbuh. Onda su se oženili i 23. 7.1993. rodila se beba. I nazvali je mamica i tatica Aleksandra. Naravno da su bacali novčić zbog neodlučnosti. Hah, kako je od početka bilo očito. Nepromišljenost. Kasnije je došao neki pametan veliki čovjek i objasnio mami da nije dobro da se mala zove Aleksandra, ali ona je ustrajala. Iz inata i zbog novčića. Bravo. I tako je malena živjela sva sretna, voljena i jedina. Nona i 3 njene sestre s mamine i baka s tatine strane razmazile su je do boli. A onda odjednom BUM. Mama je opet trudna. Na svijet dolazi malena koju Aleksandra obožava, iako joj je zagorčavala život, but that's what sisters do. To novorođenče smjeste u Abinu sobu. I tako Abi kreće u vrtić. She hates it there. Nova djeca, a ona nije jedina i posebna. Ali se navikava. Upoznaje Lauru i pronalazi prijatelje. Bar se tada to tako činilo, iako joj danas nije jasno kako su komunicirali. Uskoro kreće u tu strašnu Lovranskuškolu. Tamo je grozno, sva su djeca veća od nje i znaju se od prije. Tata kasni po Abi u školu. Mama joj govori da je pametna. U drugom razredu dobiva mobitel. Uh dada, i tad se osjetila bogato. Mutno se sjeća tog nekog razdoblja do 8. razreda, samo iskače kad je ljeta 2005 otkrila debatu. Bilo je tu petica, jedinica, svađa, prvih poljupca, pravih frendica, zlobnih tračeva, premalo kilograma, šopinga, učenja, alkohola, smijeha, smijeha i smijeha... Ali što je Abbie voljela, to je bila glazba. I kad je na Barufama upoznala posebnog dečka i zaljubila se za nju je to bila bajka i romansa stoljeća. Ali mama i tata više nisu radili djecu, a prijatelji više nisu bili svi skupa, a osnovna je završila, a sve što je ostalo bila je Sara. Jer se Sara, derište jedno veliko, 27. 8. 2007. skompala s Abi i odlučila i sljedeće 4 godine života podijeliti s njom. I upisale one gimnaziju i nastavile uživati u ljetu. A kad je ljeto završilo sve je bilo gotovo. Abi se preselila iz Ike na Pećine, pa živi s mamom. Ima svoju sobu, narasla je, upoznaje nove ljude i pravi se velika i jaka. Onu veliku ljubav je nedavno prekinula da vidi što će se događati dalje. Osim kolega iz 1.1 razreda Gimnazije Andrije Mohorovičića, Abbie svako malo dan ispune i Max, Hax, Piich, Ivan, Kiko i puno puno ostalih prijatelja i poznanika. Uljepšajmo si dan.
  Hah. Nespomenute su ovisnost o facebooku, odlasci na dodatne tečajeve engleskog i još neke sitnice. Ali nema veze, ionako je nemoguće nabrojati sve stvari koje me čine.
  Vaša i nezamjenjiva aBBie.

.make me loved.

• *GET UP STAND UP STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS!
  *Take a chance. Wear your heart on your sleeve.
  Ask the most attractive guy in the room to dance.
  Say what you want. Demand what you're entitled to.
  There's a pretty decent chance that you won't get it,
  but who will you be if you never even try?
  *it's what he does. it's who he is.
  and as much as she shouldn't,
  she likes it.
  *She's one of those girls that has tons of makeup. She loads it on because she hates who she is. She can laugh at anything, because it's easier to fake it than to actually mean it. She'll tell you that she's perfectly fine when she's falling apart inside. She just want's someone to reach out and say "You're not okay."
  *I saw you today.
  I realized how far apart we've grown.
  I know I should ask you how you're doing,
  but I can't. I wish I could.
  It occurred to me that we're strangers now.
  You don't know me anymore,
  much less want to.
  Everything is so different now.
  *You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life.
  Tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night.
  Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and
  wrongs but like you used to say, nothing feels like it's really
  worth it. Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless.
  *Promise me. That's all I want. Just a promise that you'll never forget me. Tell me I changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life. Promise me that you'll always remember me. Losing you was hard enough, but I don't want to go on knowing I mean absolutely nothing to you.
  *And there's people meeting on mars,
  and people crashing their cars
  and kids kissing under the stars today.
  There's no reason to cry.
  *Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful.
  *Want my advice? Stay mad as long as you can 'cause once you stop, it hurts like hell.
  *got the radio on, my old ripped jeans, and I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. feeling lucky today, got the sunshine. could you tell me what more do I need? and tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah, but that's okay.
  *I think everybody needs a place to go when things become too much, a place where the world is the way you want it to be, & if you had a choice, it's how you would have created it.
  *it's strange cause in some way we
  are all just faces in a crowd, beating
  hearts, and then we are dead. and all
  that ever matters is who and what we
  loved and that they loved us." - pete wentz
  *I'm a summer girl. I like things simple and I hate drama. I wish that I could wear flip-flops year round and I hate being cold. I'm moody during the winter cause things are usually falling apart. But then summer comes, it always does and I realize that I have true friends, and that nothing can beat those summer days and nights that are spent with the waves crashing and the sand between her toes.
  *I am like the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; not the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, & because what difference does it really make?
  *i'm nice to people because i'm polite.
  i'm kind because i'm respectful.
  i'm friendly because i'm curious.

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  *Writing a poem is like seeing shapes in a cloud;
  the person next you hardly ever knows
  what the hell you're talking about.
  *loving someone is giving them
  the power to destroy you
  but trusting them not to