i would like to wear -

those little umbrellas that go in your drinks, in my hair. :D

It’s funny how long guys take to figure out what a girl likes, when all a guy really needs to do is actually listen.

You’re so cute, it’s unbearable.

that half smile when i say or do something so incredible stupid. that look that says you love me anyway. that voice you use when you talk to animals. the way you’re actually so good with your little cousins. the way you act like you’re so tough and you get defensive about the people/things you love, yet you’d never actually do anything about it. your competitive streak. the way you notice when i have new things. the way you subtly ask to find out all the details of where i’ve been. the way your hands always feel clammy. the way you shake your hair out of your eyes. the way your lips lay when you’re concentrating. your scars. the way you’re so insecure about so many things. the way everything that has your name on it has to be near perfect. the looks you give when you get shocked, disappointed, or amazed. the way you squeal like a little girl when you get really excited. the way you like to scare me when you drive. the way you fight back, but never enough to actually hurt me. the way you let me complain even though you can’t stand it. the way you let me push you and hit you and tell you i hate you all the time. the way you give me butterflies when you hold my hands and tell me that you’ve wanted to hug me all day. the way you keep up with something if you really like it. how you’re so shy and stubborn. how you can openly tell me anything and never think twice about it. when you say aw or say little kids or things are “cute”. and that’s not even all.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

i know you still like her. every time you even say her name or mention her in conversation, or i see you talking to her, it cuts like a knife. and i mean it literally. like it feels like my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i need to throw up. you act like a friend to me, which is what you are - but i expect more so i always end up hurt. i’m so wrapped up in my own idea of what you should treat me like, what someone who supposedly “likes” me should treat me like, that i expect more than i should and end up disappointed. it’s hard to be your best friend when all i want to do is just hold your hand all the time and just keeeeees you, but i can definitely do it, as long as it means still having you. but idk how that will work for me when you find someone else, which you’re clearly going to. cause everyone loves you. and you aren’t hung up on anyone and i’m obviously not what you’re looking for or EVER going to be with. cause if i were, then we would already be together. and probably would have been a long time ago. but still, no one understands us really, idt. i don’t even think i completely do. all i know is that i really truly and honestly cannot ever see my life without you and i don’t want to have to. i’ve never felt the way i do about anyone else in the world and it’s sad to think that even that is not enough. nothing i could ever do will make you go back to that same little sweetheart who liked me last thanksgiving and was constantly complimenting me and sending me nice things and wanted to marry me and adopt chinese kids and called that house ours and made me completely fall for him without ever even knowing it. i miss that kid, if you find him - me and him could have something special. even more special than this amazing best friends thing we have now. i just wish you’d let me break you down. talk to you. find out what’s going on inside that mind of yours. if you’re scared, or don’t like feeling helpless or just flat out mean. you have to let go sometime. you are eventually going to have to let down your wall and i want to be the one to break it down. like, you think i’m not scared of how i feel? it’s terrifying to know that one person controls how every day you have is and it’s scary to give someone the power to hurt you or make you so happy and have to trust that they won’t and forgive them when they do. it terrifies me to think that you mean so much to me and it terrifies me to think about losing you, but idk. i just don’t knowwwwwwwwww. i’m just getting so tired of this waiting, more than friends one day, sorry charlie the next, wondering if you’re talking to other people and saying the same nice things you used to say to me, wondering if when you’re with me you’d rather be with someone else, feeling like i’m a burden or annoyance to you when i want to talk or text you a novel or just want a hug. someone who likes you like you tell me and have told me that you do, shouldn’t make you feel like that. they should make you feel beautiful and special and like they want to be around you and stuff. really, i can count on one hand how many times you’ve complimented me in the past probably like 3 months. you don’t even give em when i hint. like seriously, no wonder i’m so insecure. because it doesn’t matter if every single human being on this earth tells me that i am the most beautiful person that they have ever seen - if i don’t hear it from you, then i will not believe that it’s true. why? because you’re the only one that i want to think i’m beautiful or funny or amazing. i don’t care if everyone else does, if you don’t - then i don’t. you’re the only one i really want to think that. and i just can’t do anything to make you think that. which just shows that i’m really not what you’re looking for. and i can’t make myself be, ever. this is what i am. i’m just best friend material, always. and no matter how many others may like me, if they aren’t you, then i’m not satisfied. i’ve been told not to settle. but honestly, if i didn’t have you, i would be settling. but then again, if i did - i would be settling too. settling for less than what i want to believe i deserve. someone who makes me feel like a princess. who tells me i’m beautiful, and really thinks that i am. that sends me good morning and good night and makes me believe that i’m worth something and that i’m special. but if its not from you, i’m not going to believe it anyway. so it’s kind of a lose lose situation. and you can say its just not you to be sweet and lovable and stuff, but i’ve seen it, read it, and i know you’re capable. you just don’t want to. it’s like the more you’re with me, the less you like me, and the more i’m with you, the more i like you. it just sucks. i hate seeing everyone else and just wishing i had that. yet i love what we do have, because i know you love me as a best friend and i know you do care about me. maybe not near as much as i do you - but you do. and it’s like, that’s enough for me. i just wish you’d read these one day. 1:13 definitely going to be cranky in the morning. definitely going to fail this chemistry quiz. definitely have to sleep.

Why does Facebook bother giving the option of “liking” my own comment? Of course I like my own comments. I’m fucking hilarious.

If you’re planning to lie to me, then make sure I don’t find out the truth.

It takes just one person to make you feel beautiful. They show you that it’s okay to let your guard down; that it’s okay to be yourself. Everyone needs someone that makes them feel special and I hope that someone is you.

Forget about all the reasons why something may not work. What you only need to do is find one good reason why it will.

so how exactly is it that you go from being lovable one day when we hang out to entirely stand offish the next? i don’t understand that. do you just pick days to like me, or pick days to pretend to, or what? why only when it’s convenient for you. i know you don’t feel the same way i do, i know you don’t really care about what i have to say, and i know that you don’t have feelings for me like i do you, or really want to be with me. you only say you do when you get scared. but then you act like you expect me to talk to you all the time and tell you everything i do and stuff just like i expect you to do, yet you don’t want to be with me. you just don’t want anyone else to either. but you’re just not like the rest. and you’re not just sitting around waiting like me. i feel like you’d go out with someone else if given the chance, heck - you told me that you would, pretty much. that incident just really took a toll on me. but it’s like, i feel like i have to. and i mean, i want to. i don’t want anything else. i’m satisfied with what i have and i know if either of us went on and had a relationship with someone else, we would never be the same. never be as close. it just would mess us up. and then, i would never want to hurt you - ever. and i feel like maybe somewhere deep down, that would….. or you’d just be relieved. yanno, whatever. lolol.

Its hard getting up early to decide what to wear for you. Its hard putting on make-up every single day. It’s hard to always try to get your attention. Show me that you’re worth it. Just notice me once in a while

so i’m pretty sure my life will get a little better on the 8th.

new season of my life as liz!

:D

I’m sorry for not being perfect, for not being the one you wanted. I’m sorry I’m not pretty, or not tall enough. I’m sorry that I’m so screwed up, but I’m just an average teenage girl, stumbling through my imperfect world.

Girl Language: When I said sorry, believe me I feel it. When you see me starting to cry, hold me and tell me everything’s gonna be alright. When I ignore you, give me your attention. When I’m quiet, ask me what’s wrong. When I push or hit you, grab me and don’t let go. When I’m mad and I walked away from you, follow me. If I didn’t text you, it’s because I’m waiting for you to text me. When I say I love you, Don’t doubt. I mean it.

Be careful to whom you give your heart to because when you give your heart to someone, you’re not only giving that person the right to love you but also the power to hurt you.

Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you are a good person and a good friend. What is meant to be will end up good if what is not won’t. Relationships are worth fighting for but sometimes you can’t be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don’t, you must move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don’t lose something real. Always fight, until you can’t anymore, and then be fought for.

Don’t waste time lingering over all that you could have, should have and would have done. Don’t spend your days thinking of how much better you could do; don’t long for something that has been and always will be out of your reach. Just live the days as they come. Wake up every morning and smile at the wonderful day that awaits. And when opportunity comes knocking on your door, don’t ignore it. Don’t run away. Pull yourself together, and open the door. Let love in.

Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like.

i wanna shout everything i feel about you. but i can’t, because it would only hurt me to see everyone listening, everyone except you.

God gave me 5 fingers for a reason. My pinky is for my best friends and our promises that will never be broken, my ring finger is for marriage and for proof that we’ll be together forever, my middle finger is for that person that pushes me too far and to show them how I feel, my pointer finger is to silence them, to savor the moment, my thumb is for everyone, to let them know that I’m gonna be okay. No matter what.

I hate that my stomach isn’t flat. I hate that I’m not confident, funny, or cute. I hate that I’m not as pretty as other girls. I hate that you’ll never look at me the way you look at her. But at least I can admit that I’m not perfect nor will I ever try to be. And that’s what I love about myself.

all those hidden emotions just came crashing down on me. You told me you wanted to just be friends and I immediately regretted ever giving you my heart. It’s funny how you can love someone, but no power in the world can make them love you back.

i’m done.

Give her your hand, and she’ll never let go. Give her your heart, and she’ll hold it next to hers. Give her you’re attention, and she’ll show you her heart. But it’s guys jobs to hold her hand tightly in public, to not play with her heart, and to listen when she really needs someone to talk to. It isn’t that hard.

5 things that girls think, but guys don’t know:

1. When a girl says that something is cute, or that she is jealous of another cute thing a guy did for their girlfriend, LEARN from it, and remember it, you may think you’re not being unique, but a girl will appreciate it just the same.
2. Don’t ever ever ever talk about another girls body, assets, or personality infront of her if you two have intentions on being together. It will make the girl feel like she isn’t good enough.
3. Never ever ask a girl what she wants to talk about. She’ll like it if you’re actually trying to make conversation with her, no matter how stupid the conversation is. If you can’t think of something to talk about now, what is going to make her think that you will be able to think about it weeks/months/years from now? No girl wants a boring relationship.
4. Don’t talk to other girls, by putting hearts & texting them every day, girls will easily assume things, so don’t be sketch, cause she will loose trust in you.
5. When a girl acts sad, she only does it because she wants you to ask what is wrong. & even when she does say “nothing” she wants you to BEG her to tell the truth & ask again.

don’t act like you like me 2% of a time and be a dick the remaining 98. laugh cause i cry, laugh cause i get hurt, laugh cause people hate me or hurt my feelings, care less about what i say and pretty much let me know that you wouldn’t care if i was alive or dead, yanno. you don’t have to tell me what you’re doing or even reply if you don’t want, but you freak if i don’t reply first thing? not that i don’t love that, but i just don’t quite understand you? like if you like me like you say you do when you start to miss me or whatever, then act like you do. make up your mind if you do or not and quit playing with my feelings cause you know i’ll let you. if you have/develop/have had feelings for someone else, imma learn to be cool with it and move on. i should really learn to be a normal sixteen year old girl and not the way i am. i make everything so much harder for myself and keep myself so worried sick and upset. fuuuuuuck. how i wish i could be a guy and not give two shits about absolutely anything or anyone. must be so nice to not have feelings or an actual caring heart.

Don’t say things you don’t mean, Because I would believe anything you say & I would actually take it to heart.

she is beautiful, and her voice absolutely amazes me to no end.

except for when i listen to her sing, i just want to give up completely because i know i could never even come close to coming close.

There’s a story behind every person. There’s a reason why they’re the way they are. They aren’t just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it’s impossible to fix them.

i’m terrified of losing people AS i grow up. it’s already happened some and i believe that it’s going to continue to. i just don’t understand why all the people that i’m afraid to lose, aren’t afraid to lose me. they act like they’d be okay with it. it’s so nice.

I like it when people tell me about their problems, because unlike society today, I care. And it reminds me that there’s someone out there who trusts me with their secrets.

what is this feeling. it is god awful. i miss my dad.

oh, how i miss the old degrassi characters.

tumblr > homework.

too much to say, no time to say it in.

need to practice this play. :|

gag me.

so, why go through the trouble of finding me, to reblog something to make fun of it? none of my pictures or quotes have anything to do with each other and i just post them all for me, no one else, i mean - i don’t even do the whole “reblog” thing. so i don’t much get the point of criticizing what i do when it’s not intended for you, nor does it require you to like it or understand it. just don’t look at it? eh?

but hey, it’s all gravy.

This is for the girls who don’t always win. Who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them. The girls that laugh, smile, and cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls.

you lose weight, your boobs get smaller. it’s sad that you have to give them up to be thin. don’t remind me of it though, i realize. no need to ruin a perfectly good compliment. :/

could have sworn i’d posted that picture before, but whatever.

Stop trying to understand how she feels. Chances are you’ll never understand how much she truly loves you. How everything she does is for you. How every night she lies in bed thinking of only you. Because, you’ll never understand, because you honestly don’t care.

I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad, but you have no idea why. You just are. And in your mind, you’re thinking of all the bad things in your life and apply it to your emotions, making you even more sad. Then people ask you what’s wrong and you have nothing to say. You end up, sitting there, quiet, while it seems as if everyone, but you, is happy.

You can listen to music when you’re feeling any emotion. That’s because there’s a song for every type of emotion -love, hate, anger, happiness, sadness, depression, heartbreak, loneliness …. People like to feel like someone understands the situation they’re in and can relate to what they’re feeling and going through. That’s where music comes in. Most of the time people won’t be there for you or understand you, but music does. Music will never leave you. Music will be there for you through whatever you’re facing or feeling. That’s why music is so comforting.

Every passing second is a chance to turn it all around.

The greatest challenge in life is to find someone who knows all your flaws, differences, and mistakes, and yet still sees the best in you.

All I want is for you to be the boy that fights for me, that wants me and will do anything to be with me. I want to be your only exception.

i’m so sorry that i care, and that i can’t stop, and that i actually want to talk to you all the time.

i always think acoustic versions are prettier

Mrs. Matthews: Cory, you educate me. You tell me what love means to you.

Cory: Mom listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. Ok, it’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean when we were born,  you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were 2, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, I knew her favorite food. Then we got to be 6 and Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend who was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next 7 years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those’ the lost years.’ And then when I was 13, mom, she put me up against the locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She was always talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about. When I’m with her I feel happy to be alive, like I can do anything, even talk to you like this. So that’s what I think love is, mom…when I’m better because she’s here.

i miss that show so much. ;(

Don’t let someone become a priority in your life when you are just an option in theirs.

boy, you always know how to make a girl feel better. i think you’re incapable of complimenting me unless you think i’m gonna be mad or something. never make me feel pretty, never make me feel special, and never make me feel like you actually care. hm, wonder why i’m so down on myself and compare myself to everyone else to talk about. blah.

Have you ever felt that rush of emotion when you get in a big argument with someone youre close with or love, and youre so angered with pain because you didn’t really mean to argue? You just had a bad day, or you needed to let off some steam. And it comes that time where youre all alone and you just can’t hold back the tears, your heart is pounding, and your body is on the verge of shaking. It’s a terrible feeling.

You very rarely get everything you want in life, but when you don’t fight for it, you have even less of a chance. So here I am. Fighting. For you.

Truth is, how many people these days are actually happy with everything about themselves. From their face to their body to their personality. We always think something about us could be better; could be improved. we would look better and feel better if we could change our flaws. Sure some people want to have that perfect body, clear skin, unique talents, and other stuff. but, why do you want to be so damn perfect? Do you think more people will like you if you were so perfect? Do you think you will find love if everything about you was perfect? Get better grades? Live a better life? Why can’t’ you just live your life and be happy and proud of who you are. If you’re not, then start accepting who you really are. Be unique, be happy, be YOU.

I wonder if people look at me, and think “I wish I was that pretty,” because that’s what I think when I look at everyone else.

It sucks when you know that you need to let go but you can’t, because you’re still waiting for the impossible to happen.

A girl doesn’t need to tell you straight up how she feels, it’s written all over her eyes. If you can see how she feels without her telling you, then you definitely deserve her heart.

And all I think about is how to make you think of me, and everything that we could be.

Sometimes, when i say “oh, I’m fine” i want you to look into my eyes and say “tell the truth”.

have you done enough today for the right to live tomorrow

Cute is when a person’s personality shines through their looks. Like in the way they walk, every time you see them you just want to run up and hug them.

The people in 1910 probably thought in 2010 we would have flying cars and robots …but no. so far we’ve come up with backwards robes and rubber bands shaped like animals.

I want to be the person you want to hug when you’re upset. I want to be the person to lend you a shoulder to cry on when you need one. I want to be the person you look for when you’re lost. I want to be the person you call when you want heart-to-heart talks. I want to be the person you look for the first, when you go online. I want to be the person you secretly stalks the profile of. Every one of this things, I have done. I just want to be with you.

Can’t lose what you never had, can’t keep what’s not yours, and can’t hold onto something that does not want to stay.

The girl who doesn’t get nicely dressed up everyday. The girl who doesn’t have to have her makeup perfect everyday. The girl who has that little boyish side to her. The girl who doesn’t have a ton of pictures of her showing off a ton of skin and puckering up her lips online. The girl who’s willing to run around in the rain without caring about her hair. The girl who will stay up with you all night on the phone. The girl who’s willing to play video games with you, and not stop until she beats you. The girl who doesn’t make every guy’s head turn. The girl who not every single person will call pretty. The girl who lives in her own little world along with a few other people. The girl who doesn’t care what people think. The girl who is also like a best friend to you. The girl who sat there and listened to you, about anything, always. That girl, that’s the girl who’s worth it. That’s the girl who you can fall in love with and never regret it. She’s the one, you could spend the rest of your life with.

I love you. not maybe, not tomorrow, not someday. Right now, at this very moment I’ve realized something. I need you. I trust you. I admire you. I want you. and you can be wrong most of the time and we can fight and be mad at each other; but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I love you.

could be much prettier, but i like the idea so so much. lol.

awww - my friend and i had matching backgrounds on our phone like this once. they sucked, cause i drew them and i draw about as well as, uhm…. i got nothing. but, you get the point. it was sweet. i had almost forgotten!

I WANT TO DO THAT!

I love when a boy says something so sweet and I just sit there and smile like a bloody idiot. Then proceed to read it seven times again just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

No one gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, saying sorry, and hurting.

made me laugh. :)

I’m sorry I don’t match your definition of beautiful.

When you really matter to someone, that person will always make time for you. No excuses, no lies, and no broken promises.

sometimes i wonder if i were to suddenly to disappear, for a week or so, and no one knew where i was. how many people would actually give a shit.

Sometimes, the smallest words can cause someone the most pain. But at the same time, the words “I’m here for you” can give a person the most comfort.

i think i may have already posted it, but it deserves to be seen twice. seriously - someone needs to tell the girls at my school buying your sweater or sweatshirt 3 sizes too big and wearing it down to your knees, does NOT make it a dress, therefor you should not wear TIGHTS with it. but i at least appreciate those more than the ones who buy them in a normal or smaller size and do the exact same thing. and it makes you look even more stupid when you pair them with a HUGE pair of fuzzy boots. like oh, it’s not cold enough out there to wear PANTS, but it’s cold enough to wear some big ass fuzzy boots? okay? not saying i have the best style. i don’t - by far and i know i have no room to judge. but uh, at least i know i look dumb when i do. ya’ll think you be lookin’ ca-ute. lol. no. just, no.

No matter how busy a person is, if they want to make time for you, there will be time made. So “I’m too busy” means you aren’t worth it to them.

Sometimes, I just prefer to feel nothing. It’s better, it’s easier.

oh really, it takes you 30 minutes to reply back with one word? my god, don’t even reply at all. that gives me absolutely nothing to say back. probably what you want. just go play or something.

there are so many things i’d love to do with you. like walk in the snow, or kiss in the rain. no one else, just you. isn’t there anything you’d just like to do with me, or you’d like for me to see?

i want to call you baby; it kills me

mmmm, i want a caramel apple so so bad right now.

getting a tamagotchi for christmas….

not such a good idea. #3….dead.

i have a billion things i’d like to rant about, but i’m just too lazy to type it all.

now that’s just plain sad.

something’s not right with me today. even my pictures are looking ugly to me today. blah.

I can’t count on you most of all when I really need it. It’s the simple things that you do, that really hurt my feelings. The more I try, the more Im starting to see that this can’t work anymore.

if im not what you want, don’t act like i am.

me and my like only two best friends in all the world used to hang out like, every friday or something. idk when or why that stopped, but i wish it wouldn’t have. sad part is, they have other people to hang out with…. but i mean, i have a nice comfy bed to sleep in. so it’s all good.

tumblr is what people with no lives do on weekends. woo.

Its those moments when you drive around in a car full of friends around a town too small for you. Where you gasp for breathe between each laugh. Its about those moments where you get high off just breathing in so deep, you feel your lungs getting cold. For a second, that split second, you dont care. You dont care about school, about parents, about money, about rules, or broken hearts. Who you care about are the kids sitting next to you. Cause its all we really need, isnt it? Those kids next to you, yeah. The ones who make you feel invincible, even at your weakest points.

dear eyelashes, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting starts, 11:11 and birthday candles. do your job.

LOVE that dress. gosh.

you don’t deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you

i’m so tired of you thinking you’ve messed up and then saying something so sweet to fix it, just to keep me hanging on because you don’t want to lose me, but you don’t want anything else either. you are so selfish, really. do you honestly ever think about the things you say and do, or my feelings? i’m so tired of liking you. i’m so tired of this one sided thing. i’m so tired of never knowing if i can hug you or if you’re going to act like i’m poison. one day you like me and want to love on me, the next you don’t want me to pat you on the back even. i don’t get it and i don’t get you. grow a pair and make a move or flat out tell me that you don’t like me and let me go. cause wondering and waiting is no fun. of course it’s fine for you because you know i’m always going to be there, and you can like whoever else and do whatever else and you know that i won’t. but just when i feel like i’ve had enough you tell me how you’ll always like me and all this shit that you really don’t mean. and you can say you do, but if you really did, then you would be with me. you would actually WANT to be with me every chance you get. you would just be different. you would actually act like you like me and not be ashamed or afraid to be with just me. you’d care enough about me to let me cry to you and just hug me, rather than doing everything in your might to keep from it or stay off any serious topic. if it were you, i would be there with you every minute that i even thought you may possibly need me or want me there. it doesn’t matter what the situation - i wouldn’t leave your side and i would blow off pretty much anything to make sure that i was there for you. and that’s just being a friend. no, i don’t expect you to be like me or like me as much as i like you, because that’s near impossible for you. but i do expect your actions to coincide with your words. something just needs to happen. i’m just tired of the same old same old, and i know everyone that has to listen to it thinks so too. people are right, i am stupid. and it hurts more everyday that i have to wonder how you feel. it hurts more everyday that i’m not with you. it hurts more every time you act like you just don’t care. it hurts more every time you would rather be with someone else than me. it hurts every time you act like i’m such an ugly annoyance to you. it just hurts. idek. every little negative thing that you say just sticks, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says to or about me, but when you do, it hurts me so much because i actually care what you think about me. i want to be everything you need so badly. like i don’t even know how to explain it. i want to be to you what you are to me. you’re beautiful ad wonderful and in my eyes there is nothing or no one better than you. i look at you like you hang the moon and the stars and i really don’t have a reason to. you don’t give me a reason to. and you know it. you said yourself that you had someone who was crazy about you and you messed it up. and that SHOULD have messed it up, but of course, it didn’t. because that’s just how stupid i am, and how much that i just care about you regardless. it’s just awful to think that you are just another girl, just another friend, just nothing special, to the person that is everything to you. YOU have no idea what that feels like, because everyone loves you, no one wants to lose you. and you don’t even realize how blessed you are to have that. you don’t have to do ANYTHING for people to just love you, you don’t even try. and you take advantage of it. and i don’t know what you’re so afraid of, but you have to take a risk sometime. who cares if you’ve gotten hurt once, so have i, but you cannot judge everyone else just by one person. that’s unfair and stupid. i wish you could be me for just one day. just one day. you would be so different. and i sit here typing all my heart out and you’re leaving me glozelle videos because you have no idea nothing is even wrong because you complain when i try to tell you all my feelings because you just don’t care. so i resort to typing them all in here for whomever to read except for you because i know you like to ignore anything that has more than 3 words. i know you’re a guy and you’re just different, but i also know that if you care so much for someone, you want to listen and you want to know. it doesn’t matter who you are or what gender you are. i know for a fact when you liked other people you hung on their every word and watched their profile like a hawk. now tell me you’re not just like me. blah. i just always wonder if you’re the same with other people as you are me. like if you’re talking to everyone else every day and stuff. sdjaw. yeahhhhhhh. i’m freezing cold. it’s weekends like these when i miss having [haddanameherebutdecidedtoeraseiteventhoughitreallydoesn’tmatteranyways] and always having someone to hang out with and do fun stuff with. Just, good luck when i finally do wisen up and just move on and look for someone else to fall in love with, good luck finding someone who will wait as long as me and be so patient and understanding with you and your lack of feelings or someone who will actually work to break down your big wall you have built up around your heart, or will try to hard to see the real you, or will love every single fiber of your being and all of your flaws and will think that you’re amazing and wonderful and tell you that. not that i think you’ll have a hard time finding someone, cause you definitely won’t. but you will have a hard time finding someone who cares as much and loves as deep as i do. i promise. i had a lot more to say but i don’t remember it all now. i love glozelle. i hate you so much. lololol. whatever, i don’t know why i even complain, cause nothing will change. i mean, i make pretty sure of that. make excuses. whatever i have to do. but then on the other hand, you’re hilarious and adorable and original and sweet sometimes and i love your guts. stupidfaggotheadcoldheartedwimpyscaredlittlejerk. :)

The worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you know you can never have them.

ew god. please get mad at me when -YOU- clearly have no right to be mad but -I- do.

please, please - turn it around and act like something is -MY- fault.

please, be a bitch to me now. i would love that.

but of course i never say a word and never argue back because i’m more mature than both of my parents.

lovely day in my household. and apparently mother’s anger is my fault today. sweeeeeeeeet.

:)

ben and jerry’s peanut brittle ice cream.

little bit of heaven, yes?

so katy perry does acoustics and plays guitar? definitely like her even more now.

i didn’t go to school today. overslept and just really wasn’t feeling it. i’ll probably regret it, but i’ll live.

no one deserves to be treated that way. So even if you love him with your entire heart, with every fiber of your being, with so much passion that it hurts to think about it, you need to forget what you want and remember what you deserve.

That’s because you’re stubborn and don’t think.  If you paused your feeling for a few moments and thought, you might have a chance against your heart.

It’s hard to let go of people that mean so much to you. Even harder to watch them walk away completely fine.

“You really love him, don’t you?” A simple question. Not a name was mentioned. But suddenly, someone came into your mind as you read it.

Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like, “Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be,” as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare, unique things and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you will survive and get over it doesn’t mean you should let it go.

it’s a horrible feeling when the guy you want to talk to about your problem is your problem.

Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that’s not meant to be.

here’s to you. here’s to you for always being the best friend, for always being there when he needed you, for always listening to him talk about her, for being the one he hangs out with when she can’t, for listening to him complain about how she just doesn’t notice him, for going to all his games and cheering him on, for being there when things didn’t go his way and all he needed was a hug, for being there at 1 in the morning when things were falling apart and it was your phone he called. here’s to you, beautiful.. here’s to you.

you deserve someone who knows all your flaws and mistakes and still loves you just the same.

let’s be honest. sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for someone else

i wish i could turn off my worrying.

i wish i could get motivated to actually try my hardest in school.

i wish i didn’t have feelings for anyone.

i wish i could just beat angry birds.

i wish i weren’t so lazy and i were a clean freak.

i hate days like today, and i hate knowing i have to go back to school tomorrow.

the last one looks like my house at night. one of the only wonderful parts of living here. come lay under them with me?

Every girl has that one boy, that they’ll never get over. That one guy that makes you laugh all the time. That one that gives you butterflies just when someone mentions his name. That one who remembers all the stupid things you say and reminds you about it months from now. That one who has his name written all over your heart. That one who you compare to everyone. That one you never get sick of talking or hearing about. That one you cry over and over about. That one that no one can understand why him. That one everyone thinks you can do better than. That one you ask why her and not me. That one when you first saw him you knew you loved him. That one that in some way ends up not being yours.

i just want to know how you feel about me and not have to worry about you feeling that same way about someone else as well

Reading all this, one person comes to mind. It may change from time to time. Or it may have been the same for a while now. Every quote, every love song reminds you of him. Stop fooling yourself. You love that boy.

sometimes you just have to stop caring and turn off all emotions and feelings to protect yourself from getting hurt.

it’s sweet when a guy realizes he hurt your feelings, so he does everything he possibly can to cheer you back up.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking

hug people like you mean it.

if only you knew how many tears i’ve cried for you.

i’m afraid to grow up.