haveaheart00

Status: "lots of people will want to ride in the limo with you. what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down" -
Joined: May 1, 2012
Last Seen: 4 years
user id: 296691
Location: My happy place :)
Gender: F
So I guess I'm just supposed to sum my life up for you... Hi. 
Catherine. 14 years young. America, where the obese people live. 
I'm pretty typical- middle class, white, technically Christian but really an atheist. 
My friends >>>>>>
I Irish Dance. I'm not particularly good (Novice-Prizewinner, for those of you who know anything about it), but I still love it <3
Other than that, I do theatre, play basketball, sing, write, coach, tutor, girl scout (is that a verb?) read, hang out, and listen to music.
Oh yeah, and I play the piano. Overcommitted much?
 I try to give good advice but usually I don't- but I'm pretty nonjudgmental, so if you're bored...

 
 
Please, please, please, please, PLEASE at least take a look at my blog! 
www.thedeeperifall.blogspot.com
((I may or may not be every pageview it's ever gotten))
And also, check out operation beautiful. It's honestly a pretty amazing thing. 
www.operationbeautiful.com
 

Quotes by haveaheart00

i was thinking about revenge, but no.
today, i'm just going to take pride in being
a better person than she ever was.
what do you do when you finally find out?
the strongest girl you knew
is really just the best at hiding it?
that moment when you get so excited because your blog actually got a pageview
and then you realize that it was you...
www.thedeeperifall.blogspot.com
hi guys.
i know that i haven't been on in what seems like forever, but today i felt like reminiscing. 
witty used to be where i went just to dump my emotions into someone else's hands, 
just to get it off my chest. the internet is impersonal like that. 
i couldn't talk to my friends like that, because i knew that they would never be able to look at me the same way again. 
i didn't blame them. if i were in their shoes, so would i. and that's why i needed witty. 

but then witty started to tear itself apart. 

suddenly, all i could see as i scrolled down through the top quotes page was anger
lots and lots of anger and hate about things like nutella, or one direction, or stupid things like that. 
some of them were important things, like gay marriage. 
but even still, it was killing the wittians. 
people started to leave, slowly and then more rapidly, as the hurricane of fury raged on
some left because of the hate, others left just because the number of quotes was decreasing. 

i started my witty just at the climax, when everyone was just happy to be depressed together 
it was the strangest thing, that we could all bond over our sadness
but it was beautiful in a way that nothing else was 
until we started to fight, shattered like glass thrown at the floor
that's what i think led witty to what it is today. 
where there is a small community of unhapy people
who look out for each other, and smile at the same silly quotes
there are still some of you left. 

so i'm giving witty another chance.
maybe this is a fresh start for witty, where we can all forget what happened before
and just be awkward together again
so i'll give it a try. maybe i'm just desparate for something like witty again. 
or maybe i'm just bored. but i want this to happen. 
we can make it work, guys. just don't let last year happen again. 
the best days were in elementary school...

no one cared what you wore
how you looked
who your friends were
what gender you were
what the scale said

when there was no judgement
no popularity
no hate
no excluding

it was lovely times, all day
i miss them
Mom: Why do you spend so much time on the computer?

Me: Why do you breathe?



Nobody's going to be able to use that old format format
Where it looks like there are 2 quotes
But really it's only 1


 

 
OMG! DOUBLE DIGIT FAVES ON MY LAST QUOTE! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Mom: Oh let's watch Annie!
Sister: What's it about?
Mom: An orphan girl who gets adopted by a billionaire
Sister: Is her name Annie?
Me: No, her name is Jill.
Sister: Really?