there was a boy and a girl; they were madly in love with each other but the girl was in a grade above the boy so she was scared about reactions of other people. the girl's best friend was very supportive of her and her choice. but the girl was still missing something. the boy. the boy would text her sweet stuff but never send it. he would stay up wicked late to talk to her on facebook. he would try to talk to her every second he got. she never knew that the boy liked her so much. the girl decied to message the boy one day. they got into a very nice,friendly conversation. he ended up saying that he had liked her for a while and she said the same. then they said goodnight and went to bed. the girl stayed up all night that night thinking of the boy, he did the same. she was so over tired the next day that she wore sweat's and hair up. he said "you look amazing, like always" and kissed her cheek. she blushed and said "thank you boo" then the boy had to leave to go to his class. the girl cried. she went into the bathroom wrote a love letter to him. saying how much she cared and loved him. she gave it to him on the last day of school. they kissed and said "enjoy you're summer" ...... they've been insperable ever since.<3 true story. :*
okay so i walked into the girl's bathroom and their was a girl that i swear was a guy and i said "am i in the wrong bathroom?" they looked at me funny and then walked out. MLIA.
the day after he broke her heart; she walked into school. sweat pants, hair-up & no make up, and her wrist with terrible marks on them. no one asked anything. </3. venting.
isn't it great when my best guy friend robert goes on you-tube and blares "young forever" and my teacher doesn't hear it at allll. ? (: (btw this happened today in the middle of class)
here's to the girls; that cry over the same boy every night. who listen to the same taylor swift song on repeat. that talks about him to her best friends. that cut's herself to make it feel okay. that watches the notebook and think that's a fairytale right thur. that wears her hair-up,no make up and sweatpants just to get noticed. here's to the girls; that only wants him. that wears the slutty clothes. that cakes on make up to get noticed. that wears the designer names to be "popular". that only talks about other girls and how "gross they are". and for the girl's that deal with it; i've been there.
the words he said hurt me deeper then the cut i'm cutting. his words were harsh and cold. and sorrow filled eyes i yelled "I HATE YOU". then the blood drips slowly, *drip,drop,drip,drop*. the meth didn't work. i'm still here. well there's still a whole 'nother year. :/ venting.
looking for that perfect someone is like looking for gold, the crappy one's our at the top, and you have to dig deep to find him<3. mine! original. do not jock.