mainechick

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Truth is
Having an eating disorder never goes away
You just learn to cope with it
I'm a teen.
I have a
messy room.
I spend
most of my
time online.
I'm tired
of school.
I go to bed
late and I'm
crazy about
one person.

 
I fell in love with him
Who is him?
Well he's not the star of the football team
He's not
Mr. popular
He's not the smartest in the class
He's not the most handsome guy
He's not rich
He's not a prince charming
He's not the class clown
The guy I fell in love with
Was the guy who listens to music all the time
He always has earbuds in
He always wears sweatshirts
But that doesn't fool me
I know what he has on his wrists
I know the pain he's going through
I know he's not happy with his life
I know he has family problems
I know he may drink or do other things to take away the pain
I know that sometimes he's so negative towards life
I know he doesn't want to live
I know all his flaws
But I love him
He may be the quiet guy with no one around him
But stereotypes are overrated
I want to spend the rest of my life with him
I want to wake up next to him
I want to do things with him
I want him to be in my life everyday so we can stay strong forever
He's not the "ideal" guy in fairytales
But he's so much better


Anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant...



Lololol someone please date me.
Its been one month since you left, although it feels like its been forever. I don tknow why im even writing this.. Maybe it will help, maybe it wont. I still miss you like crazy. That mall bench where we used to sit seems soo much bigger now. All of the places where we used to hangout remind me of all of our memories. Some are good, some are sad. I just really miss the old days where i could call you and we would go hangout somewhere. But now its almost like you were nothing to me. You hurt me. Why should i still love you? I dont have an answer to that.. But i still love you. I hate you, but love you.. Maybe i just love the person you used to be, but hate the one you have become. Anyway. Im sorry. For everything. I know it was my fault that we broke up, but i dont know. Byee.. </3
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
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That awkward moment when your crush tells you out of the blue that he likes your friend who has a boyfriend
and he starts telling you how beautiful she is ...
and you don't know how to react
a
nd you're like I AM SINGLE!

"Meredith Rose, hurry up!" I yell from my spot on the recliner chair.
"Coming mommy!" she yells back, dashing into the family room and sliding onto the carpet next to her twin sister Avery and older brother Hunter. I can tell they're all eager, but I'm still waiting for one more person. She comes into the room slowly, smiling at me.
"Oh, we're ready to read already?" she asks, sitting down on my lap. I pull her close to me and open the book.
"Yep!" I reply, then turn to our children. "My brother and I were your age when your grandma read us this book. It's always been my favorite."
"Mine too," adds Holly. "And nothing has changed." 
"Mmm no," I laugh and kiss her quickly on the cheek. "So are you ready?" Our kids nod eagerly. "I'm going to let your beautiful mother start." She smiles and blushes, like she does every time I call her beautiful. 
She starts reading and I listen closely as her lyrical voice tells one of the best stories ever told. "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much," she begins. Even though I've read and reread the series, hearing her reading it makes me feel like a child hearing the words for the first time. Time passes and before I know it, we're through the first two chapters.
Avery yawns and I know it's time for them to go to bed. After Holly and I have tucked them in, I whisper to her. "That was beautiful darling."
"Thank you sweetheart," she whispers back, turning around to kiss me. I kiss her back softly, yet still passionately. "I love you Holly."
"I love you too. Forever and always baby."

wisgirkisses but
doesnt love, listens but doesnt believe
anleavebefore
she is left