Basics:
The name: Alana
(It's not my real name, but it's pretty close)
Birthday: November 12th.. yes, I am a Scorpio(:
Age and Grade: I'd prefer to keep it secret =]
Sports: I'm a die hard cheerleader
(Don't think it's a sport? Good, just keep it to yourself)
Music: It's my life, I love just about any kind
Relationship Status: Taken by the BeSt <3
Fave Colors: Blue and Pink
Extras:
Arguing over the internet is one thing, but with a complete stranger is another; it's immature and stupid. Therefore, any drama you wanna bring to me, you're wasting your time cause I'm not gonna fight back.
My formats: If credit is on it when you take, credit should be there when you use it.
I'm a funny, crazy, outgoing girl once you get to know me. A lot of people see me as a quiet and shy girl.
I'm a normal girl; I obsess over boys I know I can never have, I worry about how I look and worry about what other people think about me.. well most of the time, and if you haven't noticed; I'm a bit random.
I use smiley faces a lot: :), (:, ;), =], :], :/ = are the main ones I use.
I don't really care for the faves or the followers, honestly. Okayy, maybe just a little.
I absolutly love my friends and family, they're the ones who motivate me to keep moving foward.
I have trust issues, Witty is where I come to tell my secrets.
Anything else you wanna know, ask!
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02.14.11
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You had me all depressed
today.
All I saw was happy couples
and
I couldn't stop thinking
about
how that should be
us.
I had you in two of my
classes,
soo awkward. I tried my
hardest
not to stare at you. It is
defiantly
a challenge. We talked a little
bit,
I could tell that something
was
wrong. But when I was about
to
ask, the bell rang, so we
quickly
raced to our next class. Once
again, I couldn't stop
thinking
about you.
Well when we got home, you
text
me saying Hey. I replied with
What's Up? You said,
Nothin
Much, Just Chillin. Anwayys,
a few minutes later, we started
to
get a little more serious.
Then
you finally popped the question
;
Would You Go Out With Me?
Without hesitation, I said
yes.
The biggest smile came across
face, that I'm soo glad you
didn't
ask me out in person cause I
defiantly would have looked
like
an idiot.
David, I'm soo glad you
found
you found your balls (:
I just had the best
Valentine's
Day in my live
<3
Not
My Format.
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Today, I got a call from my
daughter's teacher asking me to come pick her up. My daughter
wouldn't tell her what was wrong. I left an important work
meeting. When I got there, she stated her boyfriend broke up with
her and that she couldn't emotionally make it through the
rest of the day. She's 5.
FML.
I just need to vent,
hope you don't mind.
Well today
he gave her a hug and was flirting with
her. And the night before, he told her
goodnight, he also did the same tonight.
This morning, he text her telling her Good
Morning and that he hopes she has a good
day. And when we got to school, she came
bragging to me about it. I had to act happy
about it and pretend to be proud of her.
But she doesn't know that I like him,
too. When I tried talking to him, he gave
me this idgaf look and walked away. I
immediately wanted to cry, but I was in
school, so I had to hold them in. Honestly,
I don't know what I did. Because
Thursday we were talking and flirting a
little bit. But then he turns around and
treats me like crap and flirt with my
friend. Unacceptable. && not only
that, I don't have his number but my
friend that he gave a hug to does and I
have no clue what they talk about, but I
really would like to know. Well anyways,
when I got home, I started to cry and cry
and cry, I couldn't stop. Within like
30 minutes into crying she texts me, once
again bragging, and goes on and on about
how sweet that was. I started to cry more.
I cried for about 3 hours. Taylor Swift or
Bruno Mars couldn't help me with this
one. I just wish it was me he was telling
Goodnight and Good Morning to and giving me
hugs.
If you read this whole thing, thanks. It
really means a
lot.
I
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Not My Format