It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember ♥
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Hello Beautiful! It seems that for whatever reason, you are reading this jumble of words. Well good, im glad. They call me Erica and i've been here for about 15 years now. I blow out the candles on April 30 :) I'm a bit of a music freak, i play my guitar just about all day every day which yes, means i have really no life. And thats okay. My life hasn't always been roses and butterflies but today, right now, im doing just fine. I'm not one for trusting people, and i'm not exactly good at this game called love, but im trying my hardest to get better. I've been hurt, broken hearted, bullied, abused, walked all over, left to cleanup a mess i didnt make and pick myself up all over again. But i do, every single time. So if you wanna know a little more about me then here it goes: My father left when i was 3 cuz he tried to kid nap me and.., FAILED! he was abusive and a complete ass so good, im glad he's gone. Evry once in a while he comes back around here and tries to take me all over again but lets just say, im like a ninja :) So me and my mom and sister started over and my mom fell in love, had twins and married the man who i now call my father.Pretty cool, huh? So all was well and good until my place burnt down, my dad left, and we were living with my alcholic, pill abusing, psychotic grandma who was also, abusive. But hey, what doesnt kill ya makes you stronger. A few silly boys broke my heart along the way, i found myself living in a make shift tent but now, im doing better. And i love each and everyone of you for caring :)
witty: this quote does not exist me: ... then why can i see it? me: am i a ninja? me: am i the chosen one? me: is this a secret message? me: am i supposed to decode this? me: hmm.. "this quote does not exist"... me: what could that mean?! me: MUST FIGURE THIS OUT! friend: ... i can see it too, moron. hopes and dreams: *fly out the window*
New story idea? need advice. im thinking about writing a story. heres the description: it seemed like whenever winter came, everything went wrong. it was like a change in the weather led to a sudden change of heart. we all changed minds, for one reason or another. We always just left. and i never really knew why. It was one one those things i learned to live with. Like all the things i had learned to live with out. I let my mind wander off as my feet led the way. One step after another, i didnt think, i just went with it. it was like i was dreaming, accept i was fully awake. At any given time i could change my mind and go back, but i didnt. And maybe i should have. That was when it happened. It was my first night in the new town. Everything was new and fresh. I had a chance to act normal, and maybe make some friends. But all those chances flew out the window when i found it. It was a small box, which fit perectly in the palm of my hand. it looked like a small jewlery box, but i had never seen a jewlery box of that size. i didnt know how i knew to come here, or how i found it. But it wasnt very suprising that i did. i wasnt normal, and i knew that. but i was yet to discover what i was capable of. Suddenly i was standing. my feet were moving once again and i just let them take me. across the feild and through the river, miles and miles away. i must have walked for hours, but i wasnt tired. it was dark but no one had called for me. no one really cared. i i knelt down to find a small key along the river bank. of course, it fit in the box. i was hesitant to open it, but i was curious. i should have remembered that curiosity killed the cat, for what lay on the bottom of that box would change my life in ways i never could have imagined. No one could have predicted what my future held. so what do you think??? if you like it, i will continue to write. but i also want your help. i have three possible title ideas. #1- CHasing Horizons: this symbolizes chasing something that is impossible to catch, which is what the whole story is about #2- Nobodies Fault- This one is less symbolic, but more straight forward. A lot of the plot twists in the story are actually no bodies fault, so it makes sence. #3- ITS up to you!!! what do you think would be a good story title?? i know this is hard considering you havnt read the whole story yet but if you have ideas i'd love to hear them. ♥
Us girls are kind of like, those heavy doors in big buildings. //////// it will take a while to get us to open up. //////// ( ( you'll have to use a lot of time &&energy. ) ) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>but the second you let go & give up we are back where we started.
I don't even know where to start we were pretend fighting and all of a sudden it turned real. She threw the first punch and I couldn't even punch back. I just stood there as she hit me So shocked by what she was doing So shocked by what she was capable of I had had enough. The first punch was for her hitting me The second was for her betraying me The third was for her embarrassing me The forth was for her lies The fifth was for her desguise And then I lost count. before I knew it I was reaching to call 911. But the numbers were fuzzy and I called someone I didn't know. I tried again and the phone died. I couldn't breathe. She was on top of me pushing her weight on as hard as she could. she knew I had asthma but she didn't care. I told her I couldn't breathe and she laughed. I told her I was going to die, so she pressed harder. she told me that she was glad I would final stop breathing. She said she never liked me anyway. shes been crazy for a while now. But I always believed in her. Even when she was locked up in the asylum I still believed in her. even though she told me every day that she hated me I still believed. Because you wanna know who she is? shes my sister. And I loved her. I did. but now I'm sitting here, lucky to be alive. and I hate her. I hate what shes become I hate the fact that she tried to kill me, yet I'm grounded and shes notshe should be locked up. Somewhere where crazy people go. Where they cant hurt people. but no. shes out at a movie or wherever the hell she wants to be. and I'm in my room. ice pack on my head. Bandages on my arms. grounded. The point is... Sometimes the one you would take a bullet for Is the one holding the gun. RIP the sister I used to know. God help the crazy psychotic b I t c h that replaced you.
He's only 15 14 maybe. he was in my math class and thats about all i know. He was always drawing. a fantastic artist he was. music too. i heard he played a few instruments. and that he played them well. he was funny. sort of a class clown but, the class geek at the same time. I thought he was pretty cool, but not everyone agreed. i guess the didnt accept his differences. well a few weeks ago, the car flew off the road. his fragile body was thrown around like a rag doll, and he was lucky to survive. fate hit him like a fast car, wrong place, wrong time. its really a shame. problem now is, he cant remember alot. he doesnt remeber that he was an amazing artist, in fact i dont even think he remembers how to play the instruments he did. and i dont think its fair. i dont think its fair that tradgedies happen to the good guys. and that karma hits those who dont deserve it. why did someone who was abused and home and bullied at school have to forget how amazing they truly are? if you read this. i appreciate it. im sure terence and his family does too. please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Stay Strong Terence
Everything should be okay now. I have a wonderful home. My own room, my own space to escape. I have friends. I'm doing well at my new school. There's less drama. Not a lot of people hate me. There are rumors, but not many. I have people i would take a bullet for. And they would take a bullet for me. There's a boy i like. Pretty sure he likes me. My dad's being nicer. My moms not grieving over the diivorce anymore. My sister came out of her depression. She's doing better in school. My brother's are dealing with their celiac and difisionsies well. But you want to know something? I'm sick. It's hard for me to get up in the moring. At night, i relive my best friends death. By day, i hold my head up high, and set an example for my siblings. But thats the problem. I can only act strong for so long. I feel like crying ALL the time. I cant talk with anyone about the past because they will all get depressed again. But im still depresed. And deppresion hurts bad. I dont know why i still feel this way. I dont know why i cant just move on. Let go. Be happy. Like everyone else. But i just cant let go of everything i lost. Because i lost more then i'll ever gain back. I'm expected to be an adult now. At 15, i'm expected to support a family. And i cant. And i just cant. I'm so sorry. But i dont think i'll every be able to say I'mHappy
Last night... i went to his house with our friends. we ate chips and talked about school and drama and all those things that stress us out. he pulled out his laptop and showed me the lacross stick he wanted to by and i let him explain what it was for and why he wanted that one. then i put on his lacross uniform and we all laughed. we wrestled, of course he let me win. we all went out side and played manhunt. he gave me his phone.. "just in case", because i dont have one. he was chasing me and i fell so instead of tagging me, he helped me up and told me to run again. said he could spend all day chasing me. when we were all tuckered out, we went inside and watched a movie, whispering the whole time. But he doesn't like me...... No. he likes my sister. FML