justasecretaccount
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Joined: May 9, 2012
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user id: 298557
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Joined: May 9, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 298557
Gender: F
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Hi; I'm just your un-average teenage girl.
The name is Samm, I'm 17 years young; July 17th is the dayy..
Love me or hate me, I could really care less.
have the best best friend I could ask for; StayingStrongForever, go follow her.
I have a great family, with a lot of problems. I go to church every Sunday, & Softball is my life.
I'm very athletic. I have an obsession with Spider-Man,
Sports are my safe haven.
I love dogs, I love food, I'm very self conscious.
Talk to me; I'm very open, and favorite my quotes.
I'm not really on here much anymore; Follow me on instagram/twitter, @samanthadarlynn
The name is Samm, I'm 17 years young; July 17th is the dayy..
Love me or hate me, I could really care less.
have the best best friend I could ask for; StayingStrongForever, go follow her.
I have a great family, with a lot of problems. I go to church every Sunday, & Softball is my life.
I'm very athletic. I have an obsession with Spider-Man,
Sports are my safe haven.
I love dogs, I love food, I'm very self conscious.
Talk to me; I'm very open, and favorite my quotes.
I'm not really on here much anymore; Follow me on instagram/twitter, @samanthadarlynn
justasecretaccount's Favorite Quotes
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The star of the football team
h a s
a b l i n d d a d
who
always comes to his games,
even though he can't see him play.
One day, the dad gets sick and dies
before the night of his son's big game.
The team is expecting him to slack off,
mourning the death of his father.
But he played the best game he EVER had,
making the winning touchdown
&+ many amazing plays.
The couch is amazed, so he asked,
"How did you play so well even after your father has
passed?
The boy stares right at him, and says
"This is the first time he has ever seen me
play."
♥
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We met in kindergarten. We were best friends.
She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why.
I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it.
She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny.
We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,
"I like your eyes."
One day, I was playing basketball,
waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me.
Suddenly, I got a phone call.
It was her mom. She was in a panic.
I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like,
"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!"
I had no clue what happened,
so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on.
I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.
Then I saw her, Kelsey.
My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.
"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying.
I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.
Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away,
the main source of blood coming from her head.
I went to the hospital that night,
I went every night.
in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.
The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.
It was all my fault.
If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her,
she wouldn't be going through this.
It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up.
On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.
"Kelsey?" I called.
She wasn't quite awake yet.
Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside.
I did, for a few hours.
One of the doctors finally came out saying,
"I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He bit his lip.
"She woke up, she's fine,
but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."
"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.
"I'm afraid so."
I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't.
I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.
"You can go see her if you want,
but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom."
I walked in, trembling in horror.
I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept.
I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.
I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out.
Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered,
"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."
have you ever looked
at the most popular 'ever' section on witty?
reading through it is like time travel
mq
I am not sad
BECAUSE I'M UNNATRACTIVE OR NOT POPULAR.
BECAUSE I'M UNNATRACTIVE OR NOT POPULAR.
that i have bad grades in my classes or that I've made bad decisions.
Nope, I'm sad because I love him. So much.
The way he talks, walks, smiles, laughs. Everything about him is perfect.
It's just too bad
i'll never be good enough for
him.
Who do you think you are,
running 'round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love
apart?
I don't want the
wor
ld
to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd
understand
wor
ld
to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd
understand
