Well let's see, It's safe to say I'm kind of a witty veteran. I've been here since 2011 b/tches. Which also means I haven't had a life since then lol. I'm 15 right now, and in class of 2016. I'm more of an artsy girl, ya know? I love reading, I draw, I write poetry, plus I play the piano. But it's not like I'm some uncoordinated loser (which I probably am) because I play tennis... and I dance... that counts, right? I mean, I hope it does. I'm barely 5 ft. in height and my height is one of my biggest insecurities (aside from the many others). UGH DON'T LOOK AT ME. I'm also a combination of socially awkward... and antisocial in general. There are times when I'm too shy to talk to people, and then there are times when I just don't want to talk, like at all. BUT I DO HAVE FRIENDS IN CASE YOU WERE THINKING I DIDN'T. But don't ask me why, I don't know why either lol. Anyways, I treat people the way I treat music. I don't care what kind of person you are. If I enjoy your company, nothing else matters. Like, I have 500+ songs in my ipod and they're all really diverse. One minute you're listening to Ed Sheeran, then All Time Low, J Cole, Taylor Swift, Parachute, We the Kings, Drake, etc. Everyone can sit at my lunch table, or in this case, my witty because I'm a nice kid and I guarantee you I'll be there. Yes sometimes I'm moody and antisocial but I'm never going to turn my back on you. I GOTCHU BOO. I GOTCHU. Well, I think I'll leave it at that. I feel like I'm already scaring you away now lol. Have great day :D Link#1Link#2Link#3Layout Credit
Does anyone else get really violent when trying to kill flies? "I SWEAR ON MY MOM'S LIFE IF YOU COME BUZZING NEAR ME ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO KILL YOU LIKE I KILLED YOUR BROTHER AND YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY B/TCH." But when you're dealing with spiders you're just like, "Sweet Jesus Christ help me Lord."
Are you looking for a sign? If you're looking for a sign, here it is. If you love someone out there, tell them. They deserve to know. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. You are good enough. You're better than perfect, you're real. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. You are loved, and you have so much potential believe it or not. Don't give up on your life just yet. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. Take a chance, get out of your comfort zone and try something new. Don't let your shyness make you miss opportunities. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. Don't stick with someone that doesn't make you happy just because you don't think you can find someone else. You always deserve better. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. Stop worrying and overthinking. That never helps. It makes things seem much worse than it actually is. If you're looking for a sign, here it is. No one is worth your tears. Don't shed anything for people that put you down. If you're looking for a sign, this was it. I hope you make a decision you won't regret.
You know how you're supposed to feel good and confident when you're wearing a cute, new outfit? Yeah? Well that doesn't happen to me. For some reason I become the opposite. I just get more self-conscious and insecure. Is it just me?
I swear I lose brain cells every time I go on Facebook. There is not a day where I look at all the posts there without being ashamed for humanity or getting scarred for life. I just saw a picture of a person crapping their pants with a caption that says, "Like if you think this is gross, Ignore if you want your mom to die." First of all, how is ignoring a disgusting picture mean I want my mom to die? That doesn't make sense, in any way, at all. Like there is no possible connection you can make between my mom's death and that picture. So you best leave my mama out of this. Second, OBVIOUSLY I'M GOING TO THINK IT'S GROSS YOU SHOWED ME A PICTURE OF SOMEONE CRAPPING... THEIR BUTTCHEEKS ARE ALL OVER THE SCREEN YA NASTY.
I really don't understand how some parents let their kids go to school in the morning wearing really short shorts and a barely there sleeveless top when I can't even step foot out the house without getting screamed at for not wearing a jacket.
♥ ♥ ♥ She was the shy girl, Who always had her head in a book. He was Mr. Popular, With his charm and good looks. We all know this story too well, It’s beginning to get a bit cliché. The good girl falls in love with the heart throb,, What else can I say? She was there by his side, Even when he didn’t know it. But she felt like she wasn’t worthy, So she decided to quit. The boy was always surrounded by girls, All of them were prettier than her. So she gave up, thinking… “He deserves better.” Little did the girl know, That the boy shared her feelings. He fell in love with the smart girl, Who was always so lost into the book she was reading. He didn’t do anything about it though, He just silently adored her. He felt as if she was out of his league, Because the girl had a future. All he was, was a jock. Compared to her, he was a loser. He felt incredibly useless, Knowing he had nothing to offer. The boy decided to never let her know, That he loved her so much. Because whenever he looks at her he thinks, “I’m not good enough.” And it’s sad that it had to be this way. They’re letting insecurities get in the way of following their hearts. They’re ruining a possible romance, Before it even starts. ♥ ♥ ♥
B/tch I'm the Nutella, and you're the first piece of bread. You're the alarm clock, and I'm the bed. I'm the 'pro', And you're the 'con'. I'm the wifi, You're the white crayon. I'm Obama. You're Mitt Romney. You're Facebook, And I'm Witty. Whatever you can do, I can do better. I'm the long text message, you're the one word answer. You're the 'Terms of Agreements'. And I'm the FOOD. You can't compete with me, So why pretend that you could?