i know you guys probably don't care but the person that bullied me for a year said i looked really pretty today. Its not a girl, its a guy. and it just feels really good to know that he's not gonna make fun of me anymore and that he thinks i look nice so what i got out of that was people can change
The guy i like I'm pretty sure hates me. He's adorable and funny and just all around cute, his personality is adora- ble and I just don't know what to do I'd be extremely lucky if I got a "hi" I just need advice...please.
Tak ing this one to the grave Format Credit: Lollipopx3 Chapter 2 Part 1 My family read their speeches, I read mine as well but it just felt so...wrong. We put pictures, roses, and some letters into the coffin until it shut and lowered into the ground. This was all my fault. If I hadn't took those shots this never would've happened, I wouldn't be standing over Bella's grave knowing I did it. ~~ My family and I got back into the limo to go home. I watched my mom's tears rush from her eye's dripping down to her leg. "Mom, Are you okay?" I asked. "Melanie, would you quit asking that, I'm fine. Leave me be." She snapped. I put my head down. This is the worst thing that could ever happen. Why did I have to do this to my family. We got home to our victorian home. We stepped out. I ran into the house and flailed open the door, bolted up to my room, locked my door, and leaned against it and sobbed. I was hyperventalating. I needed to tell someone. No matter who it was I needed to tell someone. I can't hold all this guilt. But I couldn't tell someone. I'd just be shipped off to jail. I couldn't be locked up. I just couldn't. To be continued. Feedback? Sorry this is short its part 1.
Tak ing this one to the grave Format Credit: Lollipopx3 Chapter 1 I put my straight black dress with ruffles at the sleeves on to go to my sister's funeral. She was murdered. I did it. I got mad at her, No one knows. I'm trying to keep it a sec- ret but its hard. She hooked up with my boyfriend and she led me to find them. I was just trying to hurt her, not kill her. But I have to go to her funeral and face all the guilt. I am trying to convince myself that is was just a really bitcchy thing to do, but I had no valid reason to kill her. ~~ My mother, father and I got in the limo to head to the funeral. I wouldn't lift my head. I just couldn't face my family's sad faces and know I caused the tears that are rolling down their faces, I was drunk and I admit I shouldn't have done it but I did, and there was nothing I could do to bring her back. Someday I would have to tell my parents, but I just couldn't. We arrived to the Woodburry cemetery and we slowly stepped out of the car. My mom carrying my baby sister in her arms. She was confused. She didn't know what was going on. It was so horrible to walk through the crowd of sad faces knowing I caused the sadness. This guilt will carry me forever. We got to the gravesite. They had the open casket hanging over the grave. Her beautiful pale face laying there, lifeless, her white blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. her bright blue eyes were open. I found it creepy but eh. My mom burst into tears. I went over to hug her. And tried to comfort her as much as I could. But it was hard knowing I did all this, Knowing I could never take it back.