Seems like you've stumble across my silly little page ♥
well, i'm courtney . just the average oddball girl living in a crazy messed up world. i love html formatting and computer editing and such . i'm a tech nerd, and i love it (;
some people think i'm such a goody-two-shoes . haa, they have no idea . no, i'm not a slut or a whore or and of those wonderful titles, but i'm not prude. i'm still a virgin for all you wondering, and i plan on staying that way until i'm married.
i'm a christian, and i'm not afraid to show it ! wait, sorry, did you read that wrong ? I AM A CRISTIAN . i believe jesus crist is my savior and i believe in heaven and hell . i have jesus in my heart, and i'm excited to spend eternal life with Him . I promise you, i wont push my beliefs on you as long as you don't push yours on me.
my world revolves around music, and i am a die-hard music fanatic. i really like heavy metal and screamo (BLACK VEIL BRIDES !!!! Asking Alexandria, Suicide Silence, Avenged Sevenfold, Lamb of God, etc) If you have any good bands, feel free to share them (: i also have my soft side, and i listen to those lovey dovey country songs, and even the sad songs that make you cry. anything is good, and if you think i'd like a band, go ahead and hit me with them . odds are i'll probably be obsessed with them by the end of the week (;
just like any other girl in the world, theres this guy (; must i say more ? he means the world to me, even though i haven't known him all that long . he's so sweet and funny and just flat out amazing ♥ not many people approve, but i really could care less ;*
gosh melissa <3 i love love love this chick . we've been friends since we were five and we always will be (: yeah we fight .. a LOT . but doesn't everyody ? we can't help it . you guys should check her out (crazyyx56)
well, last but not least is just a little advice. i'm a christian, as i said before, and i'm very open about it. always remember, god never throws any situatin at you that you can't handle . even when things feel horrible and like they cant get ANY worse, just belive and god will help you through it . my mom is making me go to therapy for the things i've done to myself, and i hate it. i'm being forced to go and it's not helping at all, but god is helping me through it all <333 hmm ..
well that's all i really have to say . talk to me i guess ? byeee
Him. You guys randomly start talking one day. He compliments you and tells you you’re pretty and cute. He asks you about your past relationships and you ask him about his. When you tell him you’ve been hurt multiple times, he tells you that those guys are all jerks and stupid for letting a girl like you go. You then tell him some more stories about your past and he tells you his. He starts flirting with you and you start flirting back. Then he asks for your number and you give it to him right away. The next day he texts you and tells you good morning and tells you to have a good day. Soon talking to him becomes a part of your daily routine and you wait for him every day to text you. Whenever you receive something from him, you start smiling and your day instantly becomes better. He texts you daily asking how your day went. You talk to him all night and he always asks if you are tired and if you want to go to bed. The night conversations you have with him are always the best and the deepest. You sleep when he sleeps and he sleeps when you sleep. Now he wants to meet up and hang out with you. When you meet up with him, you feel even more chemistry with him and you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you talk to him. Now you tell your friends about what an amazing guy he is and you are interested in him. Soon he confesses that he is interested in you and you tell him that the feeling is mutual. You go on more dates with him and he starts giving you nicknames and calling you baby. You feel like you’re the happiest girl alive and the feeling is so strong between you guys. One day, he suddenly stops texting you first. When you guys talk now, it’s only because you hit him up first. Things changed and you don’t understand what unexpectedly happened. He stops putting effort talking to you and doesn’t show that he still wants to be with you. You become extremely clingy and you don’t want another girl in the picture. You can’t help wondering what went wrong. You ask him if anything is wrong and he tells you that everything is fine. Then you start thinking he’s mad at you for something you did, but he assures you that you need to relax and everything’s okay. He tells you that he’s just been busy. So you wait for a while and nothing is changing. He’s still “busy” all the time and he doesn’t even try to talk to you. Now every time you talk to him it becomes an argument. And you get scared that you are being annoying by hitting him up first, so you stop talking to him. Months pass, and you don’t talk to him at all. You never know what happened from his point of view. Because of him, every day and night you’re hurt and upset. You don’t know what went wrong in the relationship between you two. Your friends tell you to forget him and that he doesn’t deserve someone like you. But you can’t seem to listen to them, you’re already too attached to him. You miss the old person he used to be and you don’t even know what he has changed into. And one day you see that he has a new girl in his life. He’s calling her cute names and telling her everything he used to tell you. He calls her baby and tells her he thinks she’s gorgeous. He tells her everything you’ve heard before. He seems completely fine without you and now he has someone else to talk and text every day and night. You refuse to believe that he played you, but it’s true. You’re still hurt and he has already moved on. You’re still sad and everything you do reminds you of him. You can’t stop thinking about him and you cry every night thinking about him. You still secretly hope that one day he will start talking to you again and you guys will pick up where you last left off but you also know that it will never ever happen. You compare every guy you now meet with him. He’s already forgotten about you but you’re still having a hard time letting go. Sound familiar?
Emergency Room (2) The night was long and rough. My mind was filled with nightmares and terrible images. There were evil men and deformed women. Almost as if I had stepped through a portal to another planet. It smelled like.. amonia? My eyes fluttered open, my nose being filled with the harsh scent. My eyebrows drew down instinctively, being repulsed. "Ah good." the doctor smiled. "She can move the muscles in her face. That's a good sign." Nurses were filing into the room, I hardly noticed the familiar face standing in the background. My boyfriend. Oh god, what was his name again? It killed me that I didn't know. After the nurses finished checking my IV's and doing .. well, whatever it was that they were doing, they rushed out of the room just as quickly as they had come. It was just the doctor, my boyfriend, and I. My boyfriend.. Isaac! That's what his name was. Isaac looked at the doctor, worry in his eyes. "Have you made your decision, Mr. Parsons?" the doctor said softly. My boyfriend looked blank, but he nodded. "If it will save her, do what you must." The doctor nodded, and then quickly swept out of the room, leaving only my boyfriend and I. Isaac slowly stepped to my bed, gently resting his body on the mattress to sit next to me. I just watched him, opening my mouth but being unable to speak. I was frustrated. I was stuck in this vegitative state, and it wasn't fair. Why wasn't Isaac hurt like I was? I wish he would have been. No, no i don't wish that on him. I wouldn't wish this on anybody. But why me? "They're going to be doing the surgery on you. To get you out of this... temporary paralysis." His sweet voice ripped me from my silent thoughts. Surgery? I need surgery? Wait, of course I do. I'm in a hospital from a motorcycle accident. Duh! "I think they're going to do it today. The surgery." He wouldn't look at me. He kept changing his glance from his feet, to his hands, to the wall, out the window, and back to his feet again. But never at my face. Why? Why wouldn't he look at me? But who would want to look at me. I look.. well I'm not sure. I couldn't ask for a mirror. I couldn't write the word down. I had no way of communicating, and it just wasn't fair. "If this works.. the surgery.. you're supposed to go back to normal. But they're afraid of side effects. I'm worried... but it's for the best, right?" he laughed nervously. I felt like he was keeping something from me, but what it was I couldn't be sure. Maybe what the side effect could be? He didn't mention any specifics. Or it could be what exactly this surgery is? But I didn't want to know. Let the doctors do what they have to. I want to be ok again. Before I knew it, the doctor and the nurses rushed into the room. There were loud beeps, and Isaac was gone. What's going on?! I was panicing, and everyone knew it. Like clockwork, a mask was slipped over my face and I fell into darkness.
Emergency Room (1) I never would have thought this would happen to me. A terrible motorcycle accident that threatens to leave me in a vegetative state for the rest of my life if I don't get an extremely dangerous surgery. It has only been completed three times successfully and the chances of living through it are little to none. What's the catch ? My family is gone. No one knows where they went, but they left me here. It's my boyfriends choice of whether or not I get the surgery. If he picks the wrong choice, he will have to life with the fact that I'm either dead, or I live but I can't do anything for myself. I won't be able to eat, or walk, or speak. All I will have are my thoughts, and that won't be much to live for. What are my injuries ? I have a severe concussion and my legs are both broken. Four of my ribs are broken, and two of them have pierced my right lung. I'm having a machine do my breath because i can't, and my heart rate is being monitored with high tech machinery. Somehow, neither of my arms are broken. My boyfriend says it's a miracle that I'm still alive. The Ironic Part ? My boyfriend was in the accident with me. He was driving and he got thrown off too. The only injury he sustained was a large gash across his forehead and a few bruised bones. He walked away from the accident perfectly fine, and I'm inches from death. The doctors are confused too. They don't understand how our injury's are so different, but there's nothing they can do about it. So Now I'm In The Hospital. I'm propped up in the hospital bed. I can see my boyfriend talking to the doctors. What was his name? I couldn't remember. But I did remember he was my boyfriend because when I saw him, I felt this strange feeling for him. I remembered it was called love. I saw them come walking towards me. Their words made no sense to me. I heard the words, but I couldn't figure out what they meant. "So Isaac? What do you think we should do?" the doctor had said to him. "I don't know." he said, his face looked confused. I wondered what he had said. "Her life is in your hands. You have to make your decision. Every minute we waste thinking, wastes another minute of her life." the doctor looked at my boyfriend. "But when you choose, make sure your positive of your decision. You don't want to pick the wrong thing and then regret it if something goes wrong." My boyfriend nodded, and the doctor left us alone. I looked at him and a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. He walked towards me and placed a hand on mine. For some odd reason, I didn't feel his touch. I tried to move my hand, but I couldn't get my muscles to work. A few minutes of silence passed as we just stared at each other. Then he said something to me. I really couldn't stand not being able to understand him, but I couldn't do anything about it. "Kelly ? Can you hear me ?" Silence followed his question. I couldn't speak, but I understood some of his words. My english was coming back to me. Slowly. "Well, I'm conflicted. I have to choose if you should get a surgery to keep you alive. But It could kill you too." he sighed. "I hate that you can't talk. The doctor described you as a vegetable because you can't do anything. If I don't have them do the surgery, you'll be like this forever. I don't know what to do." More silence. I longed to place my hand on his cheek. To tell him everything would be O. K. But I couldn't. I was, as he called me, a vegetable. He held my hand between both of his. I still couldn't fell it. "I love you." he said, leaning in and kissing my forehead. "Goodnight." Then he left me there. As his shaky body passed through the door frame, he flipped the light switch off and I was in never ending darkness. And I just sat like that. I couldn't sleep until the nurse came in a few hours later and poured a clear liquid into my IV. Almost immediately, I was asleep. Well, sort of. so this is a story i started writing a long while back, but i didnt get a lot of feedback. so im throwing the first chapter up now! what do you guys think? (i've gotten better at writing since this, so don't let the bad..ness get to you)
Mom: I wish I was as pretty as you when I was your age! Parents Friends: How many boys do you have chasing after you now? Grandpartents: Look at our beautiful grand-daughter! How many hearts have you broke this week? People at School: Someone touch it with a stick so we know it doesn't bite.
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i'm not desperate for a relationship, but i do miss the feeling of having someone that can make me smile and feel appreciated. someone that will make calling me and texting me the first and last thing they do every day. someone that will be there to hold me when i feel vulnerable. someone that will look past my defects and love me for who i am. someone that will give me butterflies in my stomach every time we're together. someone that i can call mine ♥