beckyyyyyyxo

One day you're going to want that girl. That girl that knew she wasn't perfect, but tried to be perfect for you. The girl that believed the scraps of you she was given were worth it, because something was better than nothing. That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths, that girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve It, that girl who saw past your pretty eyes and treasured parts of you that no one else has ever appreciated. The girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in hers forever, the girl that sees this and still loves you. The girl that should have you, but doesn'teven though she deserves it♥

 sometimes you have to forget how you feel,
&     remember what you deserve♥

dont want to like him anymore and i just can't,
 im obviously not good enough and im not going
to sit around and wait until my chance.. until im
good enough for him.. so im just over him. but
theres seriously something about him that
makes me like him so much.. since i met him,
there was something about him that makes
 me go absolutely crazy over him

A boy sits in his room. With unseen tears running down his face. Not about to end any time soon. He sits on his bed, and reaches under his pillow. He pulls out that hidden notebook with the pages filled. Page by page he rips them out, the memories of her, good and bad. The only person he ever loved was this girl. He kept tearing at the pages, trying to let the feelings go, trying to forget the girl who just shattered his heart into pieces. Not too far away from that boy's home. Sits a girl, all alone. With music blaring and tears not heard. Her head is down, actions speak louder than words. Her hair falls down, all over her face, so messed up so misplaced. Unheard tears streaming down her face, as if they will never end. She understands that things will never be the same. She takes out her notebook and a pen. Starting to write of anythign that comes to mind. She tries not to think about the boy...because the only pain worse then having your heart broken...is breaking your own

isn't it funny;;
how guys don't know
that we get up extra early so
we can look good for hat
50% of chance of passing him
in the hallways?!

no more linking arms
crazy pictures & all the
never ending memories.
what ever happened to being
b e s t   f r i e n d s  f o r e v e r?