Hi I'm Kelsey :) Some Random Facts About Me: - I'm 15 from New York
-I love drawing, photography and music< 3
-I play the violin, ukulele, and guitar(:
-I've been riding horses since I turned 7
-Just like any other teenage girl,
I miss the days where the only way of getting hurt was tripping on a side walk.
That's about all you have to know about me :D
Any other questions just ask, and If you ever need to vent I'm all ears!
Love you fellow wittians!! < 3
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"Et tu Brute, then fall Caesar". Perhaps the most famous words in English literature speak of a betrayal of a friend. Julius Caesar is saying that if even his close friend Brutus is stabbing him, then he has no hope. Our friends are the ones that we expect will stand by us through thick and thin. When we're facing hardships, we ask that they be "our bridge over troubled waters". If we can't count on our friends to pull us through, then who can we count on?
It hurts to be left out, can't you see my pain? I try to find the light in this, but all my hope is drained, Everytime I try to talk, I can't seem to find my voice, You wouldn't even care what I said, if I ever had a choice, I can't solve this on my own, you're the only cure, It feels like you've shut me out, and lost the key to the door.
I hate this town. First my $400 bike gets stolen by someone I fricken know from my own backyard, which I was able to get back. But now my $200 ipod touch and $10 gets stolen from my backpack in SCHOOL. yes school. Really?! It's not just the money, it's the memories in the device itself. Over 2000 pictures; Pictures from over two years ago: of friends, family, places I've been, just gone... A gazzilion messages that hold so many memories. Disapear from my life. All of the contacts, of old friends and the new ones. Of people i'll never be able to talk to again. Honestly, why? Why must someone steal something that holds so much value to someone? Yeah it's "just an ipod", but what's inside can never be restored.
She told her daughter she hated her and wished she was never born. She didn't even seem to care that the child's heart was torn. She blamed child for all of her heartache and pain. Did she realize emotional abuse, can drive a child insane. She said her child was the reason she never achieved her dreams. Those words hurt her child more, than to her they may have seemed. All her daughter wanted was her love and her affection. But all she ever got was her mothers constant rejection. Feeling like a lost child with no one to love. She prayed to be taken away to the heavens above.
Somewhere behind the rider you've become, the hours of practice you've put in, the coaches who pushed you, the hard falls you've taken, the money you've spent, the miles you've hauled, the sweat, the tears, the blood, the blisters, the ripped jeans, the lame horse, the crazy horse, the "are you serious?" horse, and everything in between.. Somewhere behind all that, is the fearless kid who fell in love with, the sport, the horse, the life, and never looked back.