LoveAlwaysLee
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Live life the way you want it, because I can garentee you, you won't get a second shot.
Love Always,
Lee
Love Always,
Lee
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Anybody else read a quote from ThatsoMee
and think
Wow, that's deep??
and think
Wow, that's deep??
Just for Fun
Prologue:
I’ve never fit in, but then again I’ve never really tried. From the very beginning it was made clear to me that the being the same as everybody else wasn’t a place I wanted to be in. That’s not to say my parents were hippies or anything, quiet contrary, strict military father and an ultra conservative mother, uniform in every way. What made me form the opinion that most 70 year olds have yet to form was the arrival of my sister. Three years younger and the second girl, we were roped together more time than I can count, matching shirts, dresses, shoes even haircuts, it was clear to me that we were a packaged deal. This did not sit well with me. Being the stubborn child I was, I did the only thing that I could think of to create an identity, my identity. I became the bad one.
Fast-forward thirteen cakes, candles and years to my 16th birthday. Though I had yet to actually do something worth being ashamed of, I was the cause of the most headaches, tears and sore throats. Being the oldest meant that fairness and equality were things that I need to work to receive for I had no one before me to pave the way. It had long since been my goal to create such a path in the thicket of life for my sister and brother (he came much, much later). However like I mentioned before, I had only achieved the bare minimum in this goal. Yet blowing out my candles on my cake (I baked myself) and unwrapping the present (I got the Catcher and the Rye, from myself…. Sensing a trend?) I had an epiphany, a dawning. My life with my parents was almost over, gone, so why was I still playing it safe with my actions? Stirring up only enough to be known but not enough to be noticed? As I sat in the dark I vowed that this would be the year for me, for my mischievous rights as the eldest. For my life to actually start.
I’ve never fit in, but then again I’ve never really tried. From the very beginning it was made clear to me that the being the same as everybody else wasn’t a place I wanted to be in. That’s not to say my parents were hippies or anything, quiet contrary, strict military father and an ultra conservative mother, uniform in every way. What made me form the opinion that most 70 year olds have yet to form was the arrival of my sister. Three years younger and the second girl, we were roped together more time than I can count, matching shirts, dresses, shoes even haircuts, it was clear to me that we were a packaged deal. This did not sit well with me. Being the stubborn child I was, I did the only thing that I could think of to create an identity, my identity. I became the bad one.
Fast-forward thirteen cakes, candles and years to my 16th birthday. Though I had yet to actually do something worth being ashamed of, I was the cause of the most headaches, tears and sore throats. Being the oldest meant that fairness and equality were things that I need to work to receive for I had no one before me to pave the way. It had long since been my goal to create such a path in the thicket of life for my sister and brother (he came much, much later). However like I mentioned before, I had only achieved the bare minimum in this goal. Yet blowing out my candles on my cake (I baked myself) and unwrapping the present (I got the Catcher and the Rye, from myself…. Sensing a trend?) I had an epiphany, a dawning. My life with my parents was almost over, gone, so why was I still playing it safe with my actions? Stirring up only enough to be known but not enough to be noticed? As I sat in the dark I vowed that this would be the year for me, for my mischievous rights as the eldest. For my life to actually start.
**Hey guys this is new story I'm working on, what do you think.
Don't mean to spoil the ending
sweetheart, but everythings going to be okay.
If I could marry all of you, I would. We would be
awkward and anti-social
together, but because it's illegal and
creepy I will just send love to you guys.
With my mind.
With my mind.
She's not a saint, and she's not what you thinkShe's an actress, whoaShe's better known for the things that she doesOn the mattress, whoa
Sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
Oh, they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
Taylor Swift has become her own song.
GUYS ITS MY 16TH
BIRTHDAY!
and I'm spending on witty
with you
and I'm spending on witty
with you
Red
Red Rose
Chapter 1:
Alex
They tell you that moving is a good thing, a chance to start over to reinvent yourself, true but let’s not forget that these are the same people who brought us Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. Unlike the cavity giving bunny and pervy notion of Santa, I did not enjoy the move from New York (Brooklyn born and raised baby) to Omaha. Nebraska. The plane ride to hell was long and ironically hot. Anyways due to the death of my father and my mother’s psychotic need (no really she is latterly crazy) to be away from home I ended up in Omaha Nebraska. NEBRASKA and judging by the fact that my bike broke down the first day on the way to school should have been an indicator that things would not be going well.
“It’ll be fun she says, a new school she says, no record, yeah because a couple of detentions was to so bad.”I mumbled to myself as I locked my broken and now useless bike in the bike rack. Walking to the main doors I sipped my Ray Bans over my eyes. Be confident, Be Alex, No Fear. I can do this I will do this. I will get fantasist grade then get the hell out of here as soon as the law allows. But first I gotta turn 18.
*Hey guys this is just a rough draft for a new story, I'll take coments and tips please. Thanks:)*
Love Always,
Lee
Beauty is truth and truth is beauty.
So all y'all fellow Wittians, I hear about
how you need to talk
and need advice,
so just to let you know
I listen and don't
judge.
<3
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Enough with the hate. Witty is a place here our differeneces are nothing to be ashamed of.
So why are we hating on people for expressing their opinion??
Not everyone shares the same view and if insulting people for standing up for something
they believe in is what you guys do, I seriously feel bad for you.
I don't care who you are or what you believe in but if you have the guts to post it on
Witty, despite the whole anonymous thing, you're brave in my book. So enough with the hate, if you see someone and
don't like what they have to say don't judge. Because not
everyone likes you or what you have to say.
Stop the hate.
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Enough with the hate. Witty is a place here our differeneces are nothing to be ashamed of.
So why are we hating on people for expressing their opinion??
Not everyone shares the same view and if insulting people for standing up for something
they believe in is what you guys do, I seriously feel bad for you.
I don't care who you are or what you believe in but if you have the guts to post it on
Witty, despite the whole anonymous thing, you're brave in my book. So enough with the hate, if you see someone and
don't like what they have to say don't judge. Because not
everyone likes you or what you have to say.
Stop the hate.
.
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