I see you found your way to my Witty. If you're looking for a friend who's gonna be super nice...get off my page. I'm here for quotes, not friends. Best friend: Whoaitskatrina(: I'm Liz, fourteen, singer, tumblr & witty addict, obsessed with one direction & Nick Napolitano(: Check out my tumblr yo': Youcouldcallmeshy. Byee(:
My friend's status: I don't care what anyone thinks it's Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve. Homosexuality is wrong. The same girl who's been bullied most of her life (for things she couldn't control) to the point where she resorted to self-harm. & now she's bullying other people for things they can't control. Now that's wrong. Honestly, don't bother leaving a hate comment. I don't really care. I'll just delete them anyways. But I just want everyone to see my point.
I think the thing that sucks most is that I've been in love with this boy for almost a year. I told him I loved him back in the beginning of May. About a month later, he quit talking to me. I started high school this year without him by my side. He was my best friend. And I can distract myself with as many cute boys as I want...but I'm still undeniably in love with that boy. And yeah, the thing that really sucks? He barely looks at me when we walk past eachother in the halls. I didn't pressure him to even talk about that subject with me. He wanted to. He led me on. So, why do I still love him? And why would I still do anything to talk to him again?
Hi guys. Can you all go send an anonymous message to imdesperatelyinlovewithyou.tumblr.com basically saying 'you're beautiful' or something? Please. Omfg. It would mean alot. Basically, she told me earlier that she thought she was disgusting and I read something where she wrote "I'm not happy with my looks".
I seriously had the weirdest dream ever. So, this morning I woke up at 6 because my laptop fell and landed on my wood floor. Then, I cuddled up and went back to sleep. I had a dream that my laptop broke in half and the screen was hanging partway off. Worst. Dream. Ever.
You don't know what it's like. To want someone so bad. To want them to be happy. Even though you'll never be a part of their happiness. To just want them. See, there's this guy. He's not just any regular, street guy. He's so special. & I love him. He's the one who saved me from myself, when I thought I couldn't be saved. His blog was what saved my life. If he told me he wanted to be with me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. He's my savior and I told him endless times. He knew when I was suicidal. Because I told him, and only him. He's a singer. His music calms me down. I fall asleep to his voice. He's my lifeline. If he died, I don't know what I would do with myself. He's the love of my life and he doesn't even know it. You don't know what it's like.
When you try not to look at me, scared that I'll see you hurting. You're not hiding anything, no and frankly, it's got me worried. Nobody knows you better than I do. I keep my promises, I'm fighting for you. You're not alone, I'll listen to your tears give out. You're safe and sound, I swear that I won't let you down.