dancerr14

Dear Guys,

When us girls text you & ask if we had homework in a certian subject,

we already know if we do or dont.

its usually an excuse to talk to you, so you dont think were annoying.

<3   

& it happend again. 
i fell for you, thinking you would be different than all the rest.
i told my self this is what i need, after all the previous times guys played me.
boy, was i wrong.
about you,
about us.
this was not what i needed;& far from it.
but what can i do about it? n o t h i n g.                                                                                                   
maybe im just phsycing myself out? but i cant help it.
this is what it started with every other time. 
so im guessing its happening again.

how to get through highschool:
the less you care, the happier you'll be. no matter how bad
your life seems right now, it will get better. if you have to
wonder where you stand with someone, it's time to stop
standing and start walking. don't let your insecurities eat
you alive. don't let people get to you, they can'tpull the
trigger if you don't hand them the gun. don't let
your hormones turn into whoremoans. it may hurt you,
but never let it break you. karma catches up to you, always.
don't trust someone that lies to you, and don't lie to
someone that trusts you. don't be afraid to speak your
mind, you have one for a reason. never be intimidated
by someone that copies you, the original is better than the
sequel. it's better to let go of something than to hold
onto nothing. let your past make you better, not bitter.
insecurity is what's ugly, not you. and always remember;
if you're going through a tough time: keep going. ♥ 

                                nmq.

nobody keeps their middle school friends. you'll fail a math test once in your life. your teachers will assign you seats away from your friends and your parents will assign you to your room when you do illegal things. you're going to get drunk and say something you'll regret. you're going to cry over boys who's names you won't remember in twenty years. you're going to call your friends names behind their back when they make you mad, and they're going to do the same to you. you're going to be on your own once in a while. your opinions of people will change, once you get to know them. you're going to run from the police. you're going to hold someone's hair back at one o'clock on a saturday morning. you're going to find one book in english class you actually read. people will make fun of the music you like, and other people are going to like it just the same. you're never going to finish all your homework. you're going to cry and maybe, just maybe, need a hug from your mom. you're going to bullsh*t every essay you write and pray that you sound like you know what you're talking about. you're going to get lost in a neighbourhood that you don't know and walk around until you find where you're going. you're going to sing sappy teenage ballads all alone in your room when no one else is home. you're going to dream of finally getting out of your town, and you're going to miss it when you leave. you are going to take pictures that you will blush at in five years. you're going to get whistled at, cheated on, yelled at, ditched by your friends, played by boys, laughed at, you're going to fall in and out of love, and one day you might really figure what that word means. you're never going to stop looking for yourself. you're a teenager so stop trying so hard, expecting so much, crying so often. walk with your head held high. quit talking sh*t about people. take a walk outside. go to school and smile at everyone, and who knows, you might really make it through. 

                                                                          nmq.