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i'm maddy. i'm 17. once described by someone as an irregular verb. i don't like silence or stillness because at this stage of my life, im just trying to capitalise on being alive, while it lasts. im a messy sleeper, feet hanging out over the edge of my mattress, nothing tucked in anywhere -- i really don't know why i am telling you this; probably because i assume no one is going to read it. i tend to overthink things and analyse the shit out of life, and when i try not to, it resorts in my rambling. Like now. Forgive me, i'm maddy, what was your name again?

We’d end up in tears but it always was so good to talk to you. It was nice to know that there was someone who was as...
yes of course i do. we’d always end up in tears. i’m sorry
BODIES AND MINDS Do you remember when we used to lay on your bed and just chat like this? I miss you.