Long time and very neglectful Wittian.
Hey, there. I'm Samantha.
It's roughly six in the morning in my cloudy town in Pennsylvania, and it pains me to admit that after nearly four or so years of this beautiful website, I'm still wretched at editing profiles.
At any rate, I'm at the ripe old age of seventeen years now. I'm still as curious and as heartbroken as ever. Forgive me, all I ever did was love you.
6:59 A.M. I've been told that people in the army do more by 7 A.M. than I do in an entire day. But if I wake at 6:59 A.M. and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine, I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.
O n c e u p o n a t i m e, I w a s i n l o v e. He was the only reason I breathed; the only reason I woke up in the morning. He was the reason I loved life so much. My sole intention was seeing him, nothing else. My entire perspective on life revolved around him. It was love, pure and true. Now, it wasn't all laughs and smiles and roses like those little movies you watch. Like the Notebook, or The Last Song. No, it was the "Cupid, why didn't you shoot him too?" kinda deal. This boy, you see, he broke my heart. Shattered, really. My world was turned upside down. There was absolutely no reason for anything. And now, two years later, I'm better. I am able to wake up in the morning, and go to school without living in denial and fear. I am okay. I can breathe, Witty Girls, my reason for writing this was because I need you to know that when you get your heartbroken, it will be okay. I promise you this; I really do. Please, remember this if anything: You might not be happy now. But believe me, somewhere down the rode, you w i l l f e e l w h o l e a g a i n.
One day, you will wake up, eat breakfast. get dressed, do your hair, put on makeup, go to school, laugh with your friends, close your locker, go home, eat dinner, do your homework, take a shower, turn off all the lights, and finally go to bed. And you will be able to do all this without thinking about him. loljk, he's always on your mind, b itch. </3.