dominiqueeewale

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Dominiqueeewale..
Music is my drug, and i-tunes is my dealer.

Hi. I'm a 15 year old girl, that blows 16 candles out on the 3oth of December. My intrests include, tanning, texting, sleeping, facebook, boys, drawing, singing, shopping and much more. I love my family and friends, and meeting new people, so drop me a comment. My favorite person on witty is Shaniago check her out. Her username is Fourteen, also you all should go follow her. Anyways. I'm a very friendly, outgoing person so talk to me.
 
   



i don't think i can handle staying here anymore.

 
 

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Better Off Without Me

Part 2; Who Really Cares?
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 I took my phone and dialed the number to the only person i thought i could turn to, Cameron. I was still in tears when he answered. "Hello?"
"Cameron.." I managed to get out between deep breaths from crying so hard.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked, seeming concerned.
"Can you come over?"
"Yeah, i'll be right there." I hung up the phone. I went into the bathroom, and that's when it all started. I looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person from this morning. I wiped my eyes and picked up the razor blade. I couldn't believe i was about to do this, but i just needed a way to get away from all this misery. It was only a matter of time before Cameron got there.

Cameron got there as soon as i came out of the bathroom. I quickly ran into my bedroom and put a sweater on then came downstairs. "Hey." He said, giving me a big hug. "What's wrong?"
"I'm..." I started choking up, thinking about leaving Cameron. He was my only true friend. He was my best friend. My boyfriend. He was my everything. "..moving."
He held me tighter, and I could tell that he was crying, so i started crying even harder. "When? Where? Why?" He started asking once he pulled himself together.
"Saturday, Florida, my dad got a new job..." I sighed. I didn't know how this would affect us, but i knew it wasn't going to be positive.
"So, what about us?" He asked, kissing my forehead.
"I don't know." I said, holding both of his hands. "I love you..."
"Let's try to make this work." He smiled at me, and gave me a kiss. That was such a relief, it was one of the things i was most worried about. "I'm going to throw you a sick going away party." And with that, he ran out the door. Great, just what i wanted. He didn't even realize how bad i was feeling right now. I was about to leave my entire life behind, and he wanted to throw a party.

My dad handed me a bunch of boxes. "Come on Darbey, start packing." He said, barging into my room. I was laying on the bed, just thinking, about everything that could possibly go wrong. What if i make no friends in Florida? What if Cameron cheats on me? What if all my friends from California forget about me? 
I got up and started putting all my stuff into boxes. I put one thing in at a time, thinking back to the memories that every item held. I was going to miss this place, as much as i hated it sometimes. California was my home, and it has been ever since i was born. I was in tears by the time i was done packing up my room. I went and layed back down on the bed, and before i knew it i drifted to sleep.

The next day at school, everybody already knew that i was moving tomorrow. Cameron. "Hey babe." He smiled, running down the hall to meet up with me. I just kept walking to my locker. "Your party is tonight." He smiled, wrapping his arm around me. "Everyone is going to be there."
"I know Cameron." I said, kind of mad, all he really seemed to care about lately was this party. "I have to go." I pushed him away and walked down the hallway. 
"Darbey!" I turned around to see my best friend, Maddy, yelling at me. She ran up to me, "I heard you're moving tomorrow." She looked completely torn apart. I gave her a hug. "Now who am i supposed to hang out with, and get drunk with, and just have fun with?" She said, starting to tear up.
I needed to get away, from everything. From the crying. From the party. I just needed to be alone.

When i got home that night, i went into the bathroom, and did it again. I wasn't proud of it, but it worked. It was a temporary relief. 
I decided to make the most of my last night. I took out a long sleeve Hollister shirt, and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. I loosely curled my hair and put on a pair of uggs. I was ready to party, i just needed to get my mind off of things, and have a little fun before i moved. I had no clue how crazy this party was going to be. But i had a feeling it was not going to end well.
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Better Off Without Me

Part 1; My H*ll Begins
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I hit the snooze button and dragged myself out of bed. I did the same thing that i did every morning. Went for a shower, curled my hair, then put on my makeup. I went into my closet and picked out something to wear; a pair of skinny jeans and a pink tank top, then i grabbed a blue Hollister sweater and a pair of heels and went downstairs.
I walked down the block to Cameron's house. "Hey babe." He smiled his amazing smile, and wrapped me in his muscular arms.

I looked into his shiny blue eyes and fell in love with him all over again. He looked the same as he did everyday; his hair swooped across his forehead perfectly and he was wearing his typical plaid shirt. "Hey." I smiled up at him, even with heels on Cameron was taller than me. We walked out to his truck, and drove to school. This was just the start of the worst day of my life. It all went downhill from here.

The bell rang at the end of the day, and i got out of there as fast as i could, without stopping to talk to anyone; not even Cameron, my day was bad enough already. I just needed some air, and some time to think.
I walked home without looking back for a second. I thought about everything. I walked in the front door, my parents were fighting, again. I let out a heavy sigh and went up to my room. I turned my music up as loud as it went to drown out my parents screaming at eachother. I hated when my parents fought.

Dinnertime, me and Matt went downstairs, dreading it all the way there. We didn't say a word and just sat down at the table. "Kids, we need to talk to you." My dad said, standing at the head of the table next to my mom. I was prepared for the worst, and my stomach sank. "As you probably both noticed, me and your mom have been fighting a lot lately.." Oh god, i knew what was going to be said and i could already feel the tears coming. "We've decided to get a divorce and i'm moving to Florida, with both of you."
"WHY DO WE HAVE TO MOVE?!" I yelled, jumping up from my seat, tears streaming down my face. I always preferred my dad, but i also preferred my life here. I guess i could kiss my California life goodbye.
"Sweetie, your dad got offered a transfer and he's going to get paid a lot more money, and i can't afford to take care of you and your brother with just my income."
Matt just sat at the table, emotionless and still. He had a lot to lose in California too and i could just imagine how he was feeling inside. He looked right at my dad and all he said was, "When are we leaving?" He definetly did not sound happy.
"Saturday." 2 days?! I only had 2 more days with my friends, 2 days to say goodbye to everyone..
I stormed up to my bedroom, and slammed the door. I stood against it and sunk down onto the floor, my hands hugging my legs. I started crying and couldn't stop. I just cried, for hours.
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Better Off Without Me

Introduction
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 My name is Darbey. I was 16 years old when i took my own life. I had let everything get so out of hand and i just couldn't dedal with it anymore, so i had to find a way out.
i used to be one of the happiest people you'd ever meet. I had all my friends by my side, a great family life, and the nicest boyfriend i could ever ask for.

But life can never just stay perfect, and i got thrown a major curveball. Everything started going all wrong, and i ended up on a downwards spiral.
I was just your typical 16 year old girl. I had blonde hair and hazel eyes. I was popular, and a cheerleader, with the football player boyfriend. I loved my parents and my older brother Matt.
So, why would i want to kill myself, right? You'll see.
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I never asked to fall in love with you. 
but it happened...and i don't regret it for a single minute. no matter how muhc you hurt me. becausse i can't help but still love you...


 

 

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Not my format


we change. we grow up. we f*ck up. we love. we hurt.
we're teenagers.
we're still learning.

 

 

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People will judge you 
No matter what you do.
So you might as well do what you want.

 

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hey you.
yes, you. stop being unhappy with yourself. you are perfect. stop wishing you looked like someone else or wishing people liked you as much as they like someone else. stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. love them. without those things you wouldn't be you. and why would you want to be anyone else? be confident with who you are. smile. it'll draw people in. if anyone hates on you because you are happy with yourself then you stick your middle finger in the air and say screw it. my happiness with not depend on others anymore. i'm happy because i love who i am. i love my flaws. i love my imperfections. they make me me. and 'me' is pretty amazing.

 nmf

The idea of perfection is so...
Imperfect.




If the definition of beautiful gets any thinner
no one will fit.