Everything is good;
I have my friends and I have my boyfriend
I have a softball career where people know my name and I have my
family.
But you know what happens when life is good, it has to
change...
My closest most bestest friend turned into the girl she promised
she would never be.
My boyfriend changed too, we haven't talked for two days.
He won't answer my texts or pick up the phone.
He did once, but then hung up right that second
I get it, he doesn't want to talk, but I don't know
why
And it hurts..
Softball; I breath it and live it
Until I was pushed to far and its not fun anymore
"Just because they're good at something doesn't mean
that they enjoy it."
Perfect Little Family...Yeah right..
They are tearing each other apart
I miss the old days.
My family got along
My best friend knew everything
I loved him with my whole entire heart
Softball was so much fun
Why do things have to change?
Just a Vent
We're
all different, unique
Us Witty girls are all different from each other
We all probably have different taste in music
Different taste in clothes
Different taste in guys
Some of us probably prefer cheerleading to soccer
Or HotTopic to Hollister
All of us are different
But what is amazing is that
We always find a way to help each other
Witty Sisters;
Thats what
we are
No matter how different
Short, Tall, Skinny or Beautifuly Thick
I love you guys ♥
Could you imagine if everyone in the world treated eachother as
we do?
No matter how different we are from one another?
Life could be so much better
Spread the word
Different is
Unique; Unique is Beautiful
Things get tough,
people get hurt, decisions have to made, sometimes you get thrown
down and you feel like nothing can pick you up
again...but the worst is over, I promise, you
will pick yourself up again.
Yeah, you will have some scars and bruises, but that only shows
that You've Been Through It
And You Survived ♥ Never ever give up,
things will get better, I promise.
♥
Are you blind?
Can't you see, that
when you say those words to me, I hurt?
Can't you see that
smile on my face quiver a little bit?
My eyes get teary, till
the point where I tell myself "Stop, your not doing this
here."
That fake laugh I have to
force, to pretend that everything is okay...
Those things you do, make
my stomach ache.
You put your
ipod on, have both plugs in, while I'm
standing right next to you?
Really, am I that boring
to you?
This shouldn't
happen...
You know me better than
anyone else does
But you hurt me the
most
And you don't even
see it...
I love
his..
I love
the way he smiles...it always
make me smile
His eyes are beautiful...blue with brown mixed
together
I've never seen anything more
beautiful
I love the way he treats
me... like a best
friend
wrestles with me and tackles me
to the ground
Yet he is gentle, caring and protecting
The way he laughs and
how his face becomes red
I love how his arms wrap
around my waist
He is perfect
I don't want him to
ever change for anyone.