So I went over to my boyfriend's house last night and met his parents for the first time. His dad: Would you like anything to drink? Me: No thank you, I'm okay. Him: Good because we don't have anything anyways. *Walks out of room laughing* Me: ...well alright.
Would anyone Like to be suuuperrr duuuperrr cool and do me a favor?! I'm trying to add to my pregame playlist and I can't think of any good pump up songs. Anyone know any good ones?! I play soccer if that has anything to add to it. I'd preferably like to feel like a badassss listening to it. Thanks loves. <3 f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5 n m q!
Me: Okaaaay time to get this paper typed up. Me: I'll just go to my school's website to get to google docs. *types in "w" for wrhsonline.org* (my school's site) *accidently clicks on wittyprofiles.com* Me: Wait no this isn't what I meant to do. Me: This wasn't supposed to happen. Me: Weeeeelll. As long as I'm here... *Starts scrolling and doesn't type paper for another hour*
I know others have it worse than me, but it doesn't make my pain any less real. I don't think you understand that just because you point out to me that there are other people who have a worse situation than me that it's not going to instantly make me stop hating myself and be happy all of a sudden. You need to stop being so closed minded and understand that no matter how good someone else's life looks, they can be so sad. Now don't text me anymore until you get that through your head.
I can't believe it's been almost 8 years since he died I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a Tuesday in August in 2006. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when my mom ran into the house on the phone crying. I was about to go after her when my brother walked in with tear-stained cheeks and said "____ killed himself last night" (I don't wanna put his name on here) I remember just turning my head back to the TV slowly, upset. I didn't wanna believe that. And I was so young, that I had never even thought that someone could kill themselves. I remember my dad walking by with tears running down his face. That's what made it real I think. I had never seen my dad cry before. That's when I started to cry. He put his hand on my shoulder and said "God choosed when you die, not you."
To Be Honest I really hate it when I'm trying to vent to someone and tell them that someone is being mean to me, and they go "don't listen to them, they're just jealous." No. They're not jealous of me. Don't tell me they are because they're not. People don't tell me I'm ugly and that I should die because they're jealous. They tell me that because that's what they think. If they were jealous of me they wouldn't do that. If I need cheering up, don't ever say they are "just jealous" that makes me feel like you are lying straight to my face to make me feel better. f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5
I went to a sleepover last night. With girls that I'm friends with but never really talk to much anymore. I was really good friends with them in middle school, but I just never really rtalk with them much anymore. I learned a lot about them in a descrete way last night, it was heart breaking. I saw cuts. Deep cuts. and a lot of them. I heard about depression and losing their virginity, and everything. It was a weird night, but I'm glad it happened.
i used to think it was just a silly summer crusg last year. but i swear to god the guy that is perfect for me is him. he takes my breath away everytime he texts me goodnight. but he lives 300 miles away, :(
My soccer coaches Are honestly so concerned about me. They have been making me talk to them everyday to make sure I'm okay. They pull me out of class and make me spend my off hour with them. They text me and sit next to me on the bus on the way to games. My mom is starting to get concerned too. I've never had any adults care this much about me. IT's kinda nice, but kinda annoying too. f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5 | love