BleedingHearts

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Joined: November 23, 2011
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h0peful
Hi there. I'm h0peful. You may address me as Joy, or by my username. My birthday is the day I was born and I'm as old as the moldy cheese sandwich under your bed. I love to laugh and make others laugh as well. I'm a Trencher and proud of it. � If you don't know what a Trencher is, then you suck. (~: I love HTML/CSS coding, making layouts, cuddling my cat, and sleeping. I have a fear of being alone. I don't feel accepted as a person most of the time, but whatever. I will always love Nat and Alex Wolff. I'm 99% lazy. I feel like my life is changing really fast and I want to live it to the fullest. I hope some day I can become a photographer, an author, or a Vet. I love making new friends. So don't be afraid to drop a comment. I love when people have the ability to make me laugh. Especially over the internet. If you have a dumbass personality like me, we'll get along just fine. Thanks for wasting your life reading this, see you in hell. xo
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Quotes by BleedingHearts







Putting on the perfect outfit, 
hoping that when he sees you, he'll think 'damn, she's hot.'
When in reality:
You'll pass him in the halls,
and he won't even look at you.
Then your confidence will slowly fade...
and you'll end up constantly putting yourself down.
You think you're the most ugliest creature to ever exist.
You start to hate everything about yourself.
all because he didn't look at you.

 

format and quote by: BleedingHearts







She gets everything I want.
Her shirts, Her jeans,  and her shoes.
Her hair looks perfect everyday.
While mine looks like f**king sh*t.

She's super skinny.
She isn't loud and disruptive like me.
I want to be like her.

I'm so f**king jealous of her.
and to top it all off...
She's my best friend.



 










He tortures me 
with his perfect little smile.






 

 







When I see him in the halls, 
I wait for him to say hi.
He doesn't.

When I wait for him to answer my texts,
He doesn't.

I wait for him to show he cares.
But I know I'm just wasting my time.



 







I hate my body.
I can't stand waking up everyday,
and looking at myself in the mirror. 
I'm jealous of my bestfriend, because 
she has such a perfect body figure.
I hate the way I look.