well heres how it goes; the name is morgan, morg for short. im 13
years young and going to high school next yeaar. sports are my life
along with music. im a catholic, so dont make fun of jesus or god on
my page. music is what keeps me going. paramore is my favorite
bandd. i like all different kinds of music from country to rap. im
italian, german, and irish. The irish and german don’t stand out at
all; i know, i hate bugs, hardcore rock and haters. i don’t mind if
you don’t like me; but don’t judge me if you don’t know me at all.
thats about as much as you need to know. if you want to know
anything else, let me know and id be glad to tell youu
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id rather have a
boyfriend that doesnt have the [[best looks]] and
treats me like anangel
than a boyfriend that has the best looks and
treats me like
a piece of trash
But yeah you
may say looks do matter.
But id rather be seen with a guy
that doesnt have the best
looks
than a broken heart
ATTENTION ALL
OF WITTY!
today instead
of asking someone for advice, i decided to give advice. heres how
it
works:
1) you can comment my profile
- or -
2) there is an email adress just for advice that you
can email me about if you dont want it to be public
on my page.
all im here to do is help. the answers you may get are based on
my opinion and my opinion
only. i wont share any of your information if you dont want me
to.
also, if you decide to email me, leave your witty account name on
there.
thanks girls!
why do i still love you?
all you did was hurt me. you broke my heart so
many times.
yet, i still love you like none of that happened.
maybe its your smile. maybe its the way you talk to me.
maybe its the way youd compliment me out of the blue.
maybe its the way you laugh. maybe its the way you say my
name.
maybe its the butterflies you give me.
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we talked everyday for hours.
you'd tell me you were coming to see me once i got home, and
you did.
you'd come over and hug me every chance you had, even when
you were doing something else.
if i walked away, youd come follow me.
now, you dont even talk to me for a minute.
you never come see me.
i dont get any hugs from you; and i miss them.
when i walk away, you dont even glance over.
what happened? what did i do? was
it something i said? was it something i did?
i dont know what i did, or said, but, i miss you, way too much
and i love you. </3
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almost cried while writing
this.
complete vent. </3