Witty Profiles

menu
sign in or join

codababy37

  1. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2012 9:00pm UTC
    I just sent this message to my ex-boyfriend:
    (By the way, James is my current boyfriend, and his best friend.)
    How dare you. How dare you say that to James. How can you possibly tell him that from now on, all conversations with him will be started with an insult. You had better leave him the hell alone, or I will hunt you down. Just because he has me now and you don't, doesn't mean that you can start threatening him and being horrid to him. He is your best friend, Shane! He's told me some of the things you two have been through. And now you have the nerve to be this nasty to him? Forget everything I said. I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry that I made James tell me, and I'm not sorry I told my mother. I'm not sorry that I broke up with you, and I'm most definitely not sorry I started dating your best friend. He deserves me. You don't any more.
    Now I want to cry. Not from being sad, but from hating him so much.

  2. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    December 25, 2012 9:53am UTC
    My mom got me One Direction concert tickets for Christmas.
    I cried.

  3. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    December 23, 2012 10:55am UTC
    I love him. ♥

  4. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    December 18, 2012 6:23pm UTC
    click to see this quote

  5. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    December 9, 2012 12:01am UTC
    And now I'm single. :)

  6. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2012 7:26am UTC
    Well.
    Looks like I won't be participating in Thanksgiving this year. :(

  7. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 15, 2012 7:27pm UTC
    I'm about to cry, and none of you realize it.

  8. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 15, 2012 7:16pm UTC
    You don't think he's worth it.
    Him
    The one who I rush to school to see.
    The one who I text as soon as I walk out the door.
    The one who I want to kiss every time I see him.
    The one who I want when I cry. (Which is right now.)
    The one who I long for every night.
    The one who I couldn't live a day without.
    The one who I would die if he did.
    And you have the nerve to think it's just a crush?
    You want me to give up on him 'cause it's just a crush?
    After two years it's still just a crush?
    No. You're wrong.
    No. I'm not leaving him.
    No. He's mine, for ever.
    And you don't think he's worth it.

  9. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 12, 2012 9:37pm UTC
    I finally got my first cell phone, and what am I doing with it?
    Texting my grandma.

  10. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 5, 2012 6:31am UTC
    This is What I've Done
    Chapter 1
    School began on Monday, and so I drove the three miles to the school—err, my new school. I had planned on keeping my head down and ignoring everyone, but that plan failed immensely. I was noticed by a tall, brown haired, green eyed boy. He followed me around everywhere during the day, and I finally confronted him after school.
    “Why are you following me? Who do you think you are?” I said to him. We were standing in the parking lot. I could feel people staring.
    “My name is Darrian. You’re Anya-Grace Zevin, right?” he said.
    “Yes. My name is Anya-Grace. Answer my question,” I snapped.
    “I just did.”
    “No, about the ‘following me’ part.” I was beginning to feel irritated with this kid.
    “I wasn’t following you. We just happen to have all the same classes.” He stepped closer to me and squinted. “Hey, you’re eyes are purple. That’s cool. Is it natural?”
    I sighed. “Yes. It runs in the family. Just, do me a favor, okay? Leave me alone.”
    “Why?”
    “Trust me; you don’t want to mix in with me.” I walked away and got into my car, just seconds before Allie did.
    “Hey Anya! Guess what? I already made two friends! I think I love it here. There’s this one girl who . . .” she started rambling, but I hardly heard her. I was distracted by a tall, brown haired, green eyed boy. Darrian was really cute, but I didn’t come to New Hampshire to mix in with some guy. I knew what boys were like—well, New York boys.
    “Anya! Are you even listening to me?” I looked over at her and she could tell that I wasn’t. She sighed. “Never mind.”
    “No, Allie, I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
    “Never mind. It’s really not that important.” She crossed her arms across her chest.
    “Allie, please. I’m sorry. I was distracted by someone I met today.” I hoped that maybe this little hint would get the reaction I wanted.
    She turned to me, uncrossed her arms, and said, “Really? Was it a boy? Do you like him? Does he like you? Is he cute? Anya-Grace, who is he?” Yup. There’s the reaction I wanted.
    “I’m not going to tell you a word until you tell me what you won’t.”
    “Fine. My teachers think I’m really smart and said that I could possibly skip eighth grade and go straight into ninth grade,” she said rapidly. “Now, answer my questions about this boy!”
    “First of all, that’s great! I think you should talk to Mom and Dad about it, though, but you should totally do it. Secondly, I never even said that this person was a boy. Maybe I made a friend and she’s really super awesome and I just couldn’t wait to find out more about her because I think she’s just that awesome.”
    “You’re lying. I have never seen you smile so much before. Well, yes I have, when you started dating Richie. Either way, it’s totally a boy. What’s his name?”
    I sighed. She knew me too well. “His name is Darrian. He’s tall, very tall, and he has brown hair and green eyes. He’s so perfect! And he noticed my purple eyes.” I smiled at the memory.
    “Anya! You like him. So much! Ah! You two are going to be the perfect couple.” Allie was nearly drooling over this story.
    We went on like this for the rest of the car ride; me supplying new details, and Allie drooling over them. I was beginning to feel exhausted, but I was glad she was happy.
    Author's Note: I don't know about this story, but would you guys be willing to read it if I continued? I wrote the basic story line of it as a short story for English class, and my mom said it was good enough to make a novel out of it. So, imma try it out. Please tell me what you think, and fav it if you actually read it. Thanks!!
    ~codababy37
    Chapter 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6389727

  11. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 5, 2012 6:13am UTC
    So I'm the secretary of the GSA at my school
    (GSA stands for Gay Straight Alliance.)
    and we're talking about doing a presentation for the elementary kids about bullying and such.
    I think it'll be so much better if we could do some hands on type stuff,
    like acting things out with the kids.
    Do you guys have any ideas that I could bring up in our meeting tomorrow? I would totally love you forever (not in a creepy way...) if you did so!
    Better yet, I'll follow you if you can come up with a really good idea.

  12. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    November 2, 2012 10:38pm UTC
    This is What I've Done
    Chapter 1
    (There is no prologue.)
    “See, Anya? This place isn’t that bad,” my mother said cheerfully at my side.
    I stood facing my new home with a large box in my arms. Who would want to live in the middle of nowhere after living in the heart of New York City? My parents, that’s who. I hated this place already and I wanted to go home. I voiced this to my mother.
    “You are home,” my father growled at me as he walked into the house with three boxes. He disappeared into the house before I could say anything.
    “Ah, good old Dad,” I said sarcastically. “Always the sunshine in my rain clouds.”
    “He’s just upset about last month,” my mother’s kind smile had hardened into a fine line, nearly making her lips vanish.
    I sighed heavily. “He just needs to let that go,” I said, and walked into the house. I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. I discarded my box onto my bed and wandered my way to my window. I had the greatest view of the trees—red, orange, and yellow from the cold, October air—and through them I could just barely make out a creek. Sure, it was pretty, but it wasn’t New York City. I sighed, and turned around, only to find my little sister, Allie, standing in my doorway. “What do you want?” I snapped.
    “You really shouldn’t hate Mom and Dad so much. It is all your fault that we’re here. You do know that, right?” she said, crossing her arms and leaning on my door.
    I ignored her.
    “If only you hadn’t—“ she began.
    “Don’t say it!” I yelled. “I know what I did, and I don’t need you to tell me again. I’ve heard enough from the judge. I’ve heard enough from Mom and Dad. Just shut up, and go away!”
    “Fine. But you know what you did, and you should just realize it already.” And then she was gone. I felt a little bad about snapping at her, but she just needs to let bygones be bygones.
    Author's Note: I don't know about this story, but would you guys be willing to read it if I continued? I wrote the basic story line of it as a short story for English class, and my mom said it was good enough to make a novel out of it. So, imma try it out. Please tell me what you think, and fav it if you actually read it. Thanks!!
    ~codababy37

  13. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    October 28, 2012 3:59pm UTC
    Do you see that girl over there?
    Do you see how she's always reading a book?
    It's because she can finally escape from reality.
    Do you see how she somehow lost five pounds over night?
    It's because she's wearing a slimmer. She's insecure about her weight.
    Do you see how she's so quiet?
    It's because she's afraid of being judge for what she says.
    Do you see how she seems so smart?
    It's because she's afraid of the disappointment from her mother.
    Do you see how she never smiles?
    It's because she doesn't have much to smile for.
    Do you see how she waits every morning for her boyfriend?
    It's because she's worried that he won't come to school.
    But today, do you see the tear stains?
    Do you see the way she seems to be lost?
    Do you see how much her hands are shaking?
    Do you see how she isn't really paying attention?
    It's all because her godmother is dying nearly three hours away from her.
    It's all because her mother is there, not home.
    It's all because the day after her mom left, she found out that somebody called her a c*nt.
    It's all because she's bullied.
    Do you even know her?
    Her life story?
    Her name?
    I'll tell you what.
    That girl?
    Yeah, she's me.

  14. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    October 27, 2012 12:28pm UTC
    Yellow as yellow can be,
    God, she belongs with you, not me.
    My relatives had made mistakes,
    But they're only human.
    Please forgive them,
    The truly did love her.
    I know she's in a better place,
    I mean, she is with you,
    But she was my aunt, my godmother,
    And I loved her.
    She will reside in my heart,
    For as long as I shall live.
    As long as I love her,
    She will never truly die.
    I sure do miss my Aunt Joan,
    But she was suffering,
    And with you is where she belongs.
    Thank you for making it painless,
    Thanks for making it fast.
    Keep an eye over her,
    And I'll make sure her love lasts.
    I love you Aunt Joan,
    Rest In Peace,
    Or rather,
    Return If Possible.
    10/26/2012 </3

  15. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    October 17, 2012 5:15pm UTC
    :3
    Yup, that's me right now.
    Yesterday was my two year anniversary with my boyfriend. Two years! It's crazy!! We went and saw Taken 2, that's about it. (Good movie, though. Go see it! lol)
    Last Saturday was Homecoming. I slow danced with him, and he told me I looked amazing.
    But, please, explain to me why I wanted to cry?
    And now that the inital happiness of those things has past, this is now me:
    :'(
    Yeah, I know. Kinda a big leap.
    My boyfriend has been ignoring me and ditching me for a mutual friend of ours quite a bit. And I keep finding out more and more things about the two of them, and I'm starting to feel quite jealous and protective of my boyfriend. I sent a message to her, trying to get her to see things the way I was:
    Think about it. If you found out from a third party that Chris (her boyfriend at the time.) constantly texts me (first) and hugs me all the time, when you have to force him to hug you and you can't text him because you don't have a phone. And then imagine that Chris would stop video calling you to video call me, but thinks it's fine because he can just message you. And then, when you finally get a hold of Chris for the first time basically all week, he asks you to call me and tell me to call him.
    I just don't know what to do anymore. At. All.
    About a month ago, my hip started bothering me a lot. Imagine having someone squeeze your hip and having it stabbed at the same time, okay? Then imagine sparks going down both sides of your leg before crashing onto the top of your knee, like a wave, but more like lightning or knives. Try concentrating on a song in orchestra while this is happening.
    Either way, I made an appointment with my docter, and he mentioned a FULL LEG BRACE. What the hell did I do to my hip?? (And no, I honestly don't know...) He ordered an x-ray, which I had done, and said that after that, we'd decide what to do after that. Maybe physical theorapy or a bone docter. Wait, what??
    Oh, wait, I'm complaining. I'll stop now. Sorry for my rant, However, some advice on what I should do about my boyfriend and my best friend would be greatly appriciated. *hint, hint* hehe

  16. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    October 5, 2012 7:37pm UTC
    Super awesome night. DRAKE AND JOSH WAS ON WHEN I CAME HOME WITH FOOD!!! YAY!

  17. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    October 1, 2012 4:49pm UTC
    click to see this quote

  18. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    September 26, 2012 7:36pm UTC
    I keep seeing all these quotes about people saying that if a guy calls you beautiful, then he's talking about you're personality, he loves you, blah blah blah. You know what? My boyfriend calls me beautiful almost every day. He says he loves me and tells me I'm beautiful after each one of our fights.
    And yet, somebody decided to write, "Nobody likes you Mandi" on the desk that I sit at in science.
    Enlighten me. How is it that nobody likes me? Seriously???
    It'll be two years next month.
    And to whomever wrote that, thanks. I probably failed my test.

  19. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    September 4, 2012 1:34pm UTC
    I have every book in the Junie B. Jones series.
    Huh, I wonder how much they'll be worth in a few decades.....

  20. codababy37 codababy37
    posted a quote
    September 4, 2012 8:14am UTC
    Tomorrow is the first home JV football game, and I'm going since my boyfriend will be playing. The day after? FIRST DAY OF FRIGGIN HIGH SCHOOL. AH!

:)

Join · Top Quotes · New Quotes · Random · Chat · Add Quote · Rules · Privacy Policy · Terms of Use · Full Site
© 2003-2021 Witty Profiles