Hey I'm Marissa, I'm 15 and in my second year of high school. I'm enjoying life a lot more than I was not too long ago and it's easy to say that life is just moving on for me. I'm happy, which is a nice thing to be. I'm not going to go on about myself because I really don't like to, but if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here for anyone. (: Just leave a comment. I love you all. ♥ If you want to get a hold of me in other ways, check out my tumblr and if you love Percy Jackson, clickhere.
Make lots of noise, kiss lots of boys OR KISS LOTS OF GIRLS IF THAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE INTO when the straight and narrow gets a little too straight, roll up a joint, or don't just follow your arrow wherever it points. Please don't remove this!
I hate it when people put down my religion. Like fine, okay, I get it; you have an opinion about it and that's perfectly fine. Everyone has their right to say what they do and don't believe in, but when you come up to my face and tell me that my religion is wrong, that it's not real,that God is a lie that's when I'll get mad. And not even so much mad as upset. I've gone home crying from school because of things people have said to me about my religion, my own friends making fun of me for it. I respect the fact that you don't believe in God, so why can't you respect the fact that I do? And every time someone takes a snippet from the Bible to prove that any type of Christianity is evil and cruel, read the whole passage because I'm pretty sure you aren't getting the full context. I'm a Christian who believes in everything the Bible says as well as things like homosexuality. So stop judging me and stop telling people that they're wrong for their religion. It's tiring and childish and annoying. Thank you.
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you walk out the door?