Joined: November 30, 2009
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 94968
status: Things are changing. I think i can only trust my heart and hope that it is not a mistake.
stuff: I am Jillian and I'm 15. I am clumsy but love writing and drawing.
Life is tough but whose is not? Music is my therapy.
Philosophy: I feel what i feel and will open up when ready.
amazing people:

about me: I'm just your average girl. I'm nothing too special. I accept what is and leave the past in the past.

Write, Snap a Shot, Remember.
music: Transports me to a better place. Expresses my mood and feelings, helps me get releif from drama, world, and life.

christina grimmie

Quotes by Twilightah0lic

Alive is just a letter without life
kissing test

1.hold you breath add a quote
3.copy and past this quote
4.good now ,if you did it without breathing you are a good kisser or your comuter is fast lol.
You can speak all you want but in my head I'll party rock to the beat that will rock to my feet that go back and forth in a way you can't ignore and i keep on movin with my bro for we be puttin on show with the fans rockin getting down to the pound of sound and yes wer're here to stay no matter what you think or say cuz we roll gettin paid goin up and down kickin it back to lay down the cash to say WE WILL PARTY ROCK TILL THE END OF THE DAY
Many People Don't Know.........

If you love someone enough they will one day figure out that they love you back.
The ache and burn of need calling you back down a dark road you thought you left behind.

The tears and emotional nights come crashing into your scared world.

Fearing of what comes next you call for help hoping someone is near and hears.

The pain of your wrist fades but will come back bleeding for the chance to put the cold razor slashing though its skin. 

For now you curl into a ball of panic and sleepless hours till the terror comes back again.

Copyrighted 2011 

When you carry a Bible, 
the devil gets a headache.
When you open it, he collapses.
When he sees you reading it, he faints.
When he sees you living it, he flees.
And just when you're about to re-post this, he will try & discourage you.
I just defeated

Favorite, copy & paste this if you're in God's army!
True Story

Brother: Knock Knock

Maureen: Who's There?

Brother: Knock Knock 

Maureen: Who's There?

Brother: Knock Knock

Maureen: Who's There?

Brother: Knock Knock

Me: BANG!!!!! Your Dead!

please read, it's so adorable.(= I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. DRUNK DRIVING. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have two choices ; 1) Repost this message. 2) Or Pretend It Never Touched Your Heart
ChristinaGrimmie Rawwwks<3
My letter: H
Something I like:hotmazing boy abs
Something I don't like: Hair color that is mine
Something I love:Hot boys ;)
Something bad: Hating your best friend
Click the heart and I'll give you a letter :P