jellymonster911

I had a nightmare
that the guy I liked, but lived far away, didn't talk to me anymore on the night of Christmas Eve..
But the following night I had a dream that the guy i used to like was talking to me again without me talking to him first..
Is that supposed to be a sign
or something?
♥ ♥  

Her Life Sucks #2:
She looks everywhere she could possibly think of but it is nowhere to be found.. her project that was due today. She saw a rip in her folder and got so upset. Her project that she has worked so hard on and she worked so long to get done, was gone. She fell apart and mad that face of failure and fear at the same time. She couldn't imagine what her parents would say about this.. "You're grounded for the rest of the quarter!!" or "You're a failure compared to your siblings!!" etc. She held back the tears but it still looked like she was crying.. her friends asked her what was wrong but she didn't want to explain. She broke down in the girls restroom and cried for a' while.. she forgot her foundation that day so she couldn't exactly cover up the redness her tears had left her with. So, she did what she could to make herself look pretty and happy and then went to class.  As her eyes welled up she asked her health teacher if she could talk to her social studies teacher to see if she could re-do the project that night and turn it in tomorrow, and she said yes. She explained the situation to her S.S. teacher and he saw a small tear run down her face as she shakily handed him the proof that her folder had ripped. He put his hand on her shoulder and said she could turn it in the next day for full credit. He said,"I don't like to see girls cry" he said smiling. She nodded, grinned, and said "Thank you so much," she said heading for her next class,"I was worried I'd get half-credit.." "Don't worry about that just go to the restroom and get organized and head to class okay?" "Okay.." she said heading for the restroom...

Her Life Sucks #1:
"May I go to the restroom?" she says holding out her planner. "Of course" the teacher says signing it. She walks slowly down the empty hallway as a tear runs down her face. She whipes it away and walks faster. When she gets to the restroom she goes into the last stall, where there are carvings of hearts, broken hearts, names of boys, quotes, and so on. She looks around and then closes her eyes as she slips down to sit on the floor. She silently cries and holds herself. Shes there for a good couple minutes and knows its time to go back to class. This girl excells at makeup; she can take one girl and change the wa she looks with one makeover. She re-does her mascara and puts on some creme foundation to cover her tear-stained face. She blows her nose and puts on some of her favorite lip gloss. She makes her way to class where no one knew what she had just went through. She smiles at her friends in class and laughs and every one of their little jokes. But inside she is dying, and know one knows...

Roses are red
violets are blue
love never crossed my mind
until the day i met you
♥

 

..NAAHH LETS FACE IT... 
THERES WAY MORE THEN 7:)

YES,  D  A D.  E V E R Y G U Y  I  T  A L K   T O  I S M Y
                                  B O Y F R I E N D .