JordanRae

Status: I'm an imperfect person loved by a perfect God.
Joined: May 15, 2011
Last Seen: 2 weeks
user id: 174530
Gender: F

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I remember back when everyone was first starting to leave Witty, and I told myself that I would never, ever do that. It makes me sad to come back, after probably months, to see that it's virtually empty. It's insane how many friends I had made from this sight, and how many nights I would stay up till 2 or 3 in the morning, just scrolling through quotes. I want witty to be popular again, I want all my friends back, and I want those late nights, just faving quotes and talking to people that you know you're likely to never meet. I just miss it, but I, personally, know I'm going to make more of an effort to bring this back.
This quote does not exist.
I never run with scissors.









Those last two words were unnecessary.


girls pockets: can fit a piece of lint, and if lucky, two.
boys pockets: can fit car keys, a notepad, a calculator, the neighbor's dog, an apartment complex, the entire state of Hawaii, and half of Jupiter.


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Tired
Every day is the same thing, and I'm tired of it. I think too much and it makes me sad and stressed out. I'm so sick of hoping for something that will never happen, and I feel so stupid and gullible. You cause me more pain than happiness. I keep telling myself that I'm better than that and I can do better, but I keep going back to you. I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. Just TIRED. Tired of putting in more effort than I recieve. Tired of holding on for nothing. Tired of believing all your lies. Tired of you proving me wrong every time. Tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again. I WANT TO MOVE ON, but I can't. Maybe I'm even tired of myself.

If only it was
as easy for me to get over as it was for
you to get over me.

He saw you.
He met you.
He liked you.
He wanted you.
He chased you.
He got you.
He had you.
He got bored.
And he left.

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When I'm really
sad about something I go to sleep to get away from it. But sleep never lasts long. And 5 seconds after waking up I snap back into reality and all the pain comes flooding back to me. The fact that what happened was actually real hits me. I can't go back to sleep, and it feels terrible.

All this time
you were pretending, so much for my happy ending.


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Go ahead,
Pass me in the halls and pretend I don't exist.
I hope every single time we make eye contact,
You relive every memory we've ever had.


And I hope it hurts.










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