Hi. My name is Ryan.
I am 13 years old.
I love sports.
I do Cross Country, Track, Boxing, Karate, Basketball, and Soccer.
I love to run, and go to the gym.
I am going to be a Marine when I am older.
I train constantly for the Marines. I have completed the recruit workout numerous times.
I am currently in my first relationship. <3
We got together Tuesday, June 19, at 3:17.
I really like Disney.
I love 4 things in my life:
1. Family and friends
2. God
3. My girl
4. And America.
That is all.
OORAH!!
Bye :)
You made fun of my love and I, and
laughed.
I punched you in the stomach, and you cried like a frickin'
baby.
You kick me out, and I walk away still cursing you out, and
telling you off.
You pick up a wooden stool, and swing to my head.
I catch it mid-swing, and throw it on the ground.
It's funny cuz last week the SAME thing happened a few days
ago. Except that time you used a bat.
Grow some balls, and fight like a man with your fists.
Anyway.
After you swing a stool at me, I tackle you, continuing to kick
your sorry @$$.
I get off of you, and you kick me out again.
As I walk away, I sarcastically ask if we're still cool.
You reply nonchalantly, "Yeah. Just don't hit me like
that".
So, we're "friends" again.
...WTF is wrong with you, you mothereffing SOB.
And by the way. No. We're not friends.
Sorry.