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Do you want to know about me? I'm a thirteen year old. Creative. loving photography. hanging with friends. Black-ops playing. Coco-cola drinking. cheddar pretzal eating. Milk duds loving kind of girl.
Hey, but that's just me. I love any song I can listen to, if it's not Techno or Jazz or just plain bad. I def. Love Rihanna, Secondhand serenade, family force 5, Nevershoutnever!, Bruno Mars and emniem! I've been through a ton of crazy sit in my life. Yeah, my parents are divorced. I've been in a relationship, & to be honest I hated it. I'm as single as a pringle and loving it. But, I must say that my family isn't perfect. My dad has problems with the Law. My mom thinks she right at eveything. My friends don't get me, casue I'm wayy to mature for my age. I don't have anyone but Witty. Just remeber, your beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you different.
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Confession # 4
I honestly don't get why I don't trust you.
Maybe it's because of the way I see you be "Buddy-Buddy" with someone,
then talk freaking bad about them behind their back.
Yeah,
& I mean everyone you do this to.
I honestly don't get why I don't trust you.
Maybe it's because of the way I see you be "Buddy-Buddy" with someone,
then talk freaking bad about them behind their back.
Yeah,
& I mean everyone you do this to.
&Here's To You
Here's to me.
Here's to everything we'll NEVER be.
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Here's to me.
Here's to everything we'll NEVER be.
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Our Parents
Say,
"Stay young Forever. You don't know how hard
being an Adult is."
Well,
Parents, I think You haven [Forgotten] How HARD Being Young is.
"Stay young Forever. You don't know how hard
being an Adult is."
Well,
Parents, I think You haven [Forgotten] How HARD Being Young is.
When we were kids,
Hi,Ho!
Meant the seven dorfs.
Hi,Ho!
Meant the seven dorfs.
We know how to [trust]...
We Know how to {break}.
We know how to [love..]
We know how to cause {pain}.
We know how to [color] in the lines,
But we don't.
We Know life is a {Black and White} picture,
That only needs a little [Color.]
We know we are teenagers,
We know we're not 18,
We Know who we are,
But our hearts don't know it yet,
We express ourselves {secretly,}
If only Everyone could understand.
We Know how to {break}.
We know how to [love..]
We know how to cause {pain}.
We know how to [color] in the lines,
But we don't.
We Know life is a {Black and White} picture,
That only needs a little [Color.]
We know we are teenagers,
We know we're not 18,
We Know who we are,
But our hearts don't know it yet,
We express ourselves {secretly,}
If only Everyone could understand.
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Confession # 3
I can't tell my friends. They won't get it. It's like I'm a peacock in a field of crows.
{Not saying I'm beautiful compared...... just different.}
I just don't get it.
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I can't tell my friends. They won't get it. It's like I'm a peacock in a field of crows.
{Not saying I'm beautiful compared...... just different.}
I just don't get it.
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A story I started to write: Dream
journal.
It...was ice cold. The air was black except for the white puffs of my breath. I could dimly see the dark pine trees rising, almost like creating a ridged fence that circled around me. I was in a field, as it were some type of hiding spot I spun around, my ankles brushing against the harsh grass. They seemed as if they were the claws of monsters, reaching out to grab me, and drag me away to the middle of Hell. I crossed my arms, hoping for any sign of heat, noting my bare skin. It's paleness shone through the night, as if reflecting light of of the invisible moon. I was wearing a dark summer dress, barley covering anything. I felt like giving up, and just lowering myself to the ground and scrunching in a ball. But I couldn't, I wouldn't. It was a sign of weakness, and if your left defenseless, the worst you can do is give up. So I brushed my hanging hair, it felt like it blended with the night, just hanging invisible down to my back. My body shivered, making my jaw clench. There was a rustle by a far tree, and with out noise, a body emerged from the trees. Getting closer, his face showed agony and relief in one. He looked torn, and he had scratches of blood on his face. His eye sparkled the brighted blue, almost like a tinted moon in a sky so black, not even the stars could shine. A night just like tonight, a night that never failed to reach my dreams every night. The sames eyes that looked at me with regret, my same screams from tiredness, feeling lost and a deep growing pain. It was the same every damn night. Once I felt the narrow tip of an arrow brush my skin, leaking my blood around, I ran. just like I did every-time. If once I learned to run away first
wait for more: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/260990-dream-journal?chapter=331958
It...was ice cold. The air was black except for the white puffs of my breath. I could dimly see the dark pine trees rising, almost like creating a ridged fence that circled around me. I was in a field, as it were some type of hiding spot I spun around, my ankles brushing against the harsh grass. They seemed as if they were the claws of monsters, reaching out to grab me, and drag me away to the middle of Hell. I crossed my arms, hoping for any sign of heat, noting my bare skin. It's paleness shone through the night, as if reflecting light of of the invisible moon. I was wearing a dark summer dress, barley covering anything. I felt like giving up, and just lowering myself to the ground and scrunching in a ball. But I couldn't, I wouldn't. It was a sign of weakness, and if your left defenseless, the worst you can do is give up. So I brushed my hanging hair, it felt like it blended with the night, just hanging invisible down to my back. My body shivered, making my jaw clench. There was a rustle by a far tree, and with out noise, a body emerged from the trees. Getting closer, his face showed agony and relief in one. He looked torn, and he had scratches of blood on his face. His eye sparkled the brighted blue, almost like a tinted moon in a sky so black, not even the stars could shine. A night just like tonight, a night that never failed to reach my dreams every night. The sames eyes that looked at me with regret, my same screams from tiredness, feeling lost and a deep growing pain. It was the same every damn night. Once I felt the narrow tip of an arrow brush my skin, leaking my blood around, I ran. just like I did every-time. If once I learned to run away first
wait for more: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/260990-dream-journal?chapter=331958
Confession # 1
I Don't like anyone. Yeah, friends. Have you ever thought of that? BOYS CAN BE FRIENDS?
So, please, for the love of heck, not try to get me to
admit
something
I
Didn't
do
.
I Don't like anyone. Yeah, friends. Have you ever thought of that? BOYS CAN BE FRIENDS?
So, please, for the love of heck, not try to get me to
admit
something
I
Didn't
do
.
Maybe....
MAYBE you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
-Lauren Oliver- Before i Fall
MAYBE you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
-Lauren Oliver- Before i Fall