keepasecret
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This is my secret account so I can vent about anything/whatever I need to.
Can you keepasecret?
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He held my hand.
He gave me a massage.
He kissed my cheek.
He told me I was pretty.
He held my hand.
He hugged me.
He let me sleep on his shoulder.
He bought me dinner.
He gave me his sweatshirt.
He texted me first.
He told me I was cute.
He gave me his boxers.
He tucked my hair behind my ear.
He told me the words "I love
you."
I was sitting next to him on the bus, he was leaning down
trying to get his water bottle out of his bag.
I don't remember what words
were said, but I do remember this.
All of the sudden he leaned up, put his forehead against mine,
then kissed me on the cheek.
My heart melted.
I love him so much.
I was
sitting next to him on the bus with my back against the wall
looking at him.
I was a little upset, and it was showing.
He lifted my chin up, and brushed my hair out of my face.
He smiled and said, "Perfect."
Then, he tucked my hair behind my ear and said, "You're
pretty. You're really pretty."
He tells me
I'm gorgeous, beautiful, pretty and far from ugly.
I accept the compliment everytime, but I don't believe
it.
On Facebook, he likes and comments on so many girls photo's,
including my friends, saying they're
beautiful/gorgeous/pretty.
He's never did that to me.
Once.
It doesn't make me jealous, it just hurts me, and makes me
feel bad about myself.
I never feel beautiful.
It
hasn't even been a day, and I already miss not talking
to him.
I wish he wasn't
made at me.
I'm so sorry I'm not perfect.
I
told him that I cut
myself.
He's so mad
at me.
That just makes me want to cut more.
I'm tearing up right now.
I'm scared if I cut again, he'll
officially hate me.
But I hate that he's mad.
I need him.
Help me.
Then comment "orange" or "blue" for which guy would be better.
Please?
He's 6' 2"
He plays the saxophone.
He's in a band.
He has dark brown hair that he spikes in a fohawk every day.
He has crystal blue eyes.
He's never mean.
He tries to make me believe in myself, and be confident.
He helped me with bullying problems.
His humor is amazing and he makes me laugh all the time.
He has his right ear pierced, and has no tattoos.
He doesn't drink or smoke.
He can drive.
He wears the most adorable clothes.
He loves cats.
His cologne smells so good.
He always gives me money and tells me to buy him Twix.
He has two nicknames for me, but not like a pet name.
He's not afraid to be himself.
He's single.
I'm in love with him.
He's 6' 2"
He plays the saxophone.
He has light brown hair that he flips up, or wears normally.
He has gray/blue eyes.
He be really mean to people, but so sweet to me.
He tells me I'm beautiful and gorgeous.
He's talking me out of cutting and suicide.
His humor never fails to make me laugh, but sometimes he can make me cry when he takes his "humor" a little too far.
He has no tattoos or piercings.
He will drink sometimes, but doesn't smoke.
He's taking drivers ed right now.
He loves to wear shirts with collars.
He loves dogs.
He smells so good, and always makes me smell him.
He bought me candy, and made a note with it.
He has many pet names for me.
He's worried of what people think of him sometimes.
I'm in love with him.
I miss you
Grandpa.
So much.
I'm so sorry for what I have become.
I drink, I cut, I'm depressed.
My sister is so much more perfect than me.
I know you're proud of her.
She's really good in school, all honors classes, a great
athlete.
I get straight A's too.. but I dropped out of accelerated
classes.
I'm sorry.
I hope one day, I can make you proud of me too.
I love you Grandpa.
I don't get to see him today.
I hate snow.
So very, very much.