Hey...the name's Heather. I was born on November 8th. I'm 14. I live in a small town on the shore of Connecticut. Born and raised...and not planning on leaving (except for college of course). My friends are my life. Boys..love them but hate then (: I'm more into writing but i occasionally can put my feelings into quote form. I'm a dancer. Not into sports. Not afraid to embarass myself in public. You hate me? Your loss. I'm very opinionated and very loud. I'm stubborn. I don't cry infront of people. I have a temper. You know...all that fun stuff (:
Well I've come to the conclusion that now that I'm 15 witty is like a new generation. All the girls I used to witty with are pretty much gone. This is my 2nd year on here and well...I'm kinda done. I still come on occasionally but my new obsession is here:
Music is my everything <333
Chase Coy is there when your madly in love. A Rocket to the Moon is there when you fall in love with the wrong person. Never Shout Never is there to make you smile. Mayday Parade and Go Radio are there when you're heartbroken. All Time Low is there when you just need to dance. The Maine is there when you want a good song stuck in your head. Taylor Swift is there to sing what all girls wanna say. Justin Bieber is there to sing what all girls wanna hear. Eminem is there to rap about life.
Books: I'm a sucker for love stories. I could seriously care less about vampires...I just love the romance aspect of Twilight (:
some other stuff about me <333
Well...I'm not exactly the average teenage girl. Then again, I am the average teenage girl. My heart's broken. I miss a boy. I love my phone. I need Facebook. Music is my life. My friends are my life too. Sometimes I think boys suck but I still love them. I can be a bitch if I have to. I'm extremely loud. The girl code is important to me. I always follow it. I hate the girls I used to call my friends and I still don't understand how I hung out with such fake bitches. You mess with my friends you mess with me. I love my bestie (: I would die without her... NO JOKE! Well that's all <3
This will be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you, and I can't speak. Been three whole days since I've had sleep, cause I dream of his lips on your cheek. And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong and... ♥ I miss the lips that made me fly.
You know that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you’re still half asleep? A n y t h i n g s e e m s p o s s i b l e a n d d r e a m s f e e l t r u e . F o r t h a t o n e m o m e n t b e t w e e n w a k i n g a n d s l e e p i n g , a n y t h i n g c a n b e r e a l . A n d t h e n y o u o p e n y o u r e y e s , a n d t h e s u n h i t s y o u , a n d y o u r e a l i z e t h a t i t ' s n o t . Y o u h a v e t o g o b a c k t o r e a l i t y . I love that moment. got some of it from a grey's anatomy quote. so partial credit.
Here's to the good guys Those boys who we never notice. The ones who kinda hide in the background. We always see the jerks and the players but it takes us a while to notice the good guys. They don't use you. You're not just a re-bound. They don't like you for your looks or your body. They don't lie. They only say "i love you" if they really mean it. Very rarely will he hurt you. If he does he probably didn't mean to or he didn't have another choice. The good guys are the ones who usually get hurt. We are the ones who hurt them. So, before you think all guys are players and liars and heart breakers, remember the good guys. They actually exist.
She’s a little girl oblivious of loves pain Who trusts too easily and falls too hard She doesn’t no about all those games That boys are gonna play on her heart She’s a teenage girl in love with a boy Who she thought loved her too She never thought she’d be tossed aside like an old toy But, boy, she still misses you. I know the woman that those girls became She doesn’t trust, she doesn’t love He broke her heart so he’s to blame. He’s the one boy she wishes she never had to let go of. When she looks back at their time together she still cries If only she didn’t believe all of his stupid lies. this is a poem i had to write for english class about love. soo no need to fave.
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. ~Greys Anatomy <3
; Here's to the first loves That boy who gave us butterflies for the first time. He made our hearts skip a beat and our palms sweat. We thought we loved him. We fell for his adorable smile, sparkling eyes, messy hair, and sweet voice. He made each day a little brighter. Well that's until he broke our hearts. We thought it was love, but it wasn't. We trusted him with our hearts, and he broke it. But, admit it. He taught you alot. He taught you to not trust a boy as easily. He taught you that "forever" might only be a few months. He taught you that guys sometimes lie. Not only was he the first love, but also The first heartbreak.
; Here's to the "friends" Those girls who pretended to be my friend. The ones who ditched me, stole guys from me, and back stabbed me. Ya, those girls. I don't care if we were "friends" for weeks, months, or even years. You made me feel unwanted, stupid, and lonely. I trusted you with my secrets and you just decided to tell the whole world. I hate you. I don't care about you one tiny bit. But I'd like to thank all of you "friends". Because of you I now know who my real friends are. So, go run along with all of your other "friends" and stay out of my life. Nobody likes you.
So maybe I’m in love with you. I love your deep brown eyes staring right into mine. I love how you'll stop whatever your doing, ignore whoever you’re talking to, and go completely out of your way just to hug me in the hall. I love the way you say "I love you." I love the cute texts you send me and how your name looks on the screen of my phone. I love when you put your hands on my waist, and make me feel like the only girl for you. I love how we can tell eachother everything. I love your sweet smell. I love your smile and how it can brighten my whole day. I love how you'll ignore everyone who's trying to talk to you when you're with me. I love the way you'll grab me from behind just because you know it will scare me at first. I love the way you make me feel when I’m with you. But, maybe I hate you. I hate the way your eyes will wonder to my chest when I'm talking to you. I hate how you'll pretend I don't exist just because she's prettier. I hate how you're all over a different girl everyday. I hate how you tell her the same things you told me. I hate that you said you loved me and now you act like I don't exist. I hate that you never text me anymore. No, you text her instead. I hate how I'm not the only girl you loved. I hate that you lied to me. I hate how I suddenly remember your smell and break down crying. I hate how certain songs bring tears to my eyes. I hate how your smile breaks my heart. I hate that you ignore me. I hate that when I'm almost over you, you come running back to me. I hate that I'm still in love with you. really really long. oh and its a MAJOR vent. just needed to get that off my chest. so no need to fav. i feel ALOT better now :)
sunny days, muggy nights hot boys, mosquito bites sleeping in, staying out this is what it's all about beaches, bonfires, truth or dare "I can't explain - you had to be there" inside jokes that never end Can't wait for summer 2010 not mine at all!! just made it so that it rhymed with 2010 :)
#4 I wish guys knew..... that when we say "I'm cold" we don't want you to say "Me too" and then complain for 5 minutes about the weather. We want you to hug us or give us your sweatshirt. It's that simple!