HinataUsagi

Dear Bailey,
I heard what happened, but don't fret. Though this disease might make him forget many things, many memories, many smiles and many tears, but appreciate the fact that he's had those memories. From now on take things step by step and make new memories (though he might not remember those either). You know the phrase "expect the unexpected" . This applies more to real life other than action movies. People who
follow this rule will always be able deal with situations better than others and will be wise. I would explain the meaning of this,but I know you're smart enough to understand yourself. Make sure when you see him make sure to smile because I know he'll want to see that beautiful smile of yours. :)

     Let me tell you a story about a girl named Aaliyah.
She was five. I was four. Even though we were a year separated I seemed to be the more mature one. She always followed me around like a lost pup. I didn't know what was so special about me, but I let her. After a while it grew annoying, I told her to leave me alone and then got scolded by the teacher. After that I let her follow me around and we grew a friendship. Then one day we got into a little argument (I don't evenremember what it was about) and I thought the most horrible things about her. And guess what, that night she died. There wasn't enough time to forgive each other before the fire that killed bothe her and her siblings. Today I still partially blame their death on myself or sometimes I think it was God teaching me a cruel lesson. Either way every day I live for her. I give the best advice I can and try to be the best friend I can be. I always try to be all smiles and giggles for her and whenever I do get upset save the tears for when I'm alone. Maybe then she'll look down on me from heavan and be proud. Though shes not here anymore I still feel like she is my life.

She has neat blonde hair.
I have messy brown hair.
She has blue eyes.
I have brown.
She's petite, a perfect size zero.
I'm bulky.
Okay, I get it.
If I were guy I'd choose her over me,too

Sad New Phrase
"I'm gonna be famous like Honey BooBoo!!"



nmf

Sometimes I ask myself why?
Why do I like someone who never notices me.
Why is everything he does is so perfect.
Why do I sometimes dream about him.
Why do I not want those dreams to end.
Why I smile when he smiles.
Why his laugh makes my day.
Why I get frustrated when he talks to my best friend instead of me.
Why I try to be perfect just to get him to notice me.
Why?

These days It's all about opinions what happened to Respect.

I hate seeing hate about

One Direction.

My best friend was suicidal and

depressed

Then she saw how happy and

fun-loving they were.

She began to smile more

Real ones.

She became happy.

She loved them to the point where

they were a part of her.

So when I see hate on the five

boys that changed her life

It kills me

Cause I know it kills her.