My name is Kristen Breann.
I'm going into the 11th grade.
16; February 9.
I've loved my boyfriend since 1/11/08.
He is my best friend.
You whine about how everyone has
more than you,
You cry
over the same boy day after day,
You
mope about your
terrible family life,
You
complain about
how you have no friends,
But at the end of the
day,
You are
given everything
you ask for,
You cry over a
boy who only exists in
your imaginaton,
You have a
more loving
family than most,
You have a
million people
trying to hang out with you.
Just because you want to make your
life seem like it's horrible, it doesn't make it. So stop
feeling bad about yourself. It's getting
old.