I hate how everyone is always judging twelve year olds. Just because I'm a twelve year old, doesn't make me a bad person. I don't do drugs, I don't smoke, I don't drink. Just because some twelve year olds do doesn't mean all the other twelves do.
I'm sorry, but this is getting ridiculous. I'm sick of all these quotes about how 'Witty isn't the same'. No, maybe it's not the same, but nothing ever does stay the same, does it? People grew up and left school, focused on their lives and on college or university. They wouldn't have time for Witty because of course work and jobs. Nothing will change Witty back. I'm sorry, but that's the truth.
Me: This celebrity helps me a lot and they make me really happy I love them so much, they mean the world to me. Family: Oh they make her happy, we must take the p.iss, obviously, what else is there to do in a situation like this?
Conversation that happened in Science today. Matthew: You have no friends *joking* Me: Abi's my friend *joking* Matthew: I doubt it. I bet she's only your friend so you don't commit suicide because you have no friends. : /
She cries as the demons inside her scream Holding her blade, remembering the names But then again, how could she forget? To her everything is all one big game But the problem is she's about to lose Every name she was called she now believes No matter how many people say they're wrong 'Ugly, worthless, stupid, annoying...' She's now no longer strong Friends going behind her back, rumours being spread She thinks everything would be better if she was dead She has people by her side, people she can go to But she doesn't believe them when they say she's beautiful She thinks that they pity her, or they pretend to care People try to convince her everything is okay But it's too late, she's already ruined, already breaking She knows one day she won't be able to last She knows that she has to get over the past But no matter how hard she tries, she can't Then things started to brighten up She's now recovering, she's now happier Although she's not fully there yet, she's fine for now She still gets upset, she's still insecure But she's happier now than she ever was before She still gets hurt, she still gets lost She still breaks down and her dreams are still tossed But she knows people care, she knows how to live And she knows what she will have to do to survive I'm using this poem for a school competition. I wrote it myself, so please do not copy. Is it okay? I'm sorry, the font is all messed up, I can't do anything about it.
People will have a different music taste then you. Get over it. People will like One Direction or Justin Bieber. Get over it. People won't like One Direction or Justin Bieber. Get over it. People will like Nicki Minaj or Taylor Swift. Get over it. People won't like Nicki Minaj or Taylor Swift. Get over it.