Funfunfunisfun

Status: We're all mad here.
Joined: March 16, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 284143
Location: Wonderland. Eat me.
Gender: F
 



 

>Funfunfunisfun<
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I am a dancer, writer, reader, drawer, atlete, loner, friend, enemy, and wittian. What are you?
I joined just over a year ago, but it seems like forever. I've met some AWESOME people on Witty, and I love that they accepted me so quickly. My main goal is to reach 100 followers, and I hope you can help make that happen.  
 
I make quotes about love, life, sorrow, and pretty much anything that crosses my mind. Sorry if some of my quotes have swears and you can't see them. :x
 
I'm almost always online, and I'm always free to chat... just ask!
 
I am a HUGE reader, and have read everything from Hunger Games to Alice19, I love manga and anime. I am an artist, so ask if you want a drawing done. Thanks!

 
Friendship is like a book. It takes years to make, but seconds to burn.




Quotes by Funfunfunisfun

[This is going to sound so moody, so b//tchy, so... me that when I reread this in ten minutes I'm going to hate myself for even typing the first letter out. And, my dear Wittians, if you have a problem with long, dreary, annoying vent posts, just scroll down and ignore it.]

I'll most likely sound like any other depressed teenage girl. Not saying I shouldn't, really. But there's so much sh//t that I have to put up with and no one seems to see, or care. I'm not saying I'm the best friend, the popular one, the girl everyone knows and likes, no.I'm the girl that everyone knows, but stray away from, I'm the one with her hat pulled over her eyes, trying not to let anyone see her. I've been depressed since forever, I was never a happy kid. In middle school, I had a small group of friends, but I was technically in the ' popular' crowd. I hated my friends, and I still do. That sounds so horrible and wrong now that it's in words, but it's true, and frankly I'm too lazy to delete it. They would never see that what they thought was just an inside joke, a harmless tease, or a semi dirty look could mean so much more to me. It meant they hated me, they secretly talked about me, every worst possible word or threat aimed at me when I wasn't looking. And when I found out I was leaving the school, the school I'd been at for eight years, no one said anything... nothing. Maybe a '' Bye, Grace,'' or a '' See you,'' but no empathy at all. And that seems like nothing to you, but my leaving had no warning whatsoever. It was on the last day of school, two minutes before bell.

One of my fears is that someone will outdo me in something I've put my time into, my efforts, my dreams, everything. I've always feared this, it was always lying in the back of my mind, waiting to be pushed back forward again. And it's happened, too, so why am I still so.. afraid? I've put my efforts and hopes into writing, in fourth grade that was pushed down because my best 'friend' Rebecca got a better grade on a writing report and needed to shove it in my face. I tried drawing, and I still do, as you can see in my DeviantArt, but that was pushed down, too, when my best friend, Rosemary, drew anime for the first time- from a book. And before you give me the sh///t, she did it on purpose. She knew I was sensitive, that I had put my time into my drawing, and all of a sudden she's better then me- what?

And I thank you if you've read it this far, because you bothered with me. No one else does, really. I have so many more stories of my messed up friendships, from ticks to concerts in the rain, but they don't matter anymore. My friends chose not to trust me, to care for me, to get close to me. I'm sorry if you think that I'm just some leech dying for attention, but I needed this out. I don't want any rude comments, and I certainly don't want this post to become popular, but I want you to know.

-Grace
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Updated my page. Read it, please! 

- Fun 
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Today, I bled through my pants half the day. Everyone noticed it, except me. Even the boys. FML. 
- Hissssss- 

Mom, why'd ya have to open the blinds?
'' For real, brah. Check Witty out.'' I say.
'' So did you check it out? '' The next day.

'' When I got on, I saw lots of teens with no life. I mean, why would someone join that? '' 

Poker face. 
I'm the girl who keeps her hair in a bun because she's afraid people will comment on her thin hair. 

I'm the girl who blinks back tears because he can't know how much rejection hurts. 

I'm the girl who paints a smile on her face, even when she would rather cry.

I'm the girl who's always there for her friends, but they're not there for her. 

Which one are you?
We all are different
Fat, ugly, smart and cute
some are as ugly as a 60 year old brute
So why do you get to decide
who's pretty, who's not
who's ugly, who's not
I want things to change
but it starts with you
So come on and join me
What else do you have to do?
No one realises 
how much they hurt me.... 
Sometimes
                  I slip into
                                a depression....
                                               
Then I remember
                                                                      I have you.
                                                  
 
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