Blog PostsFriends | Blog....The only reason I don’t respond truthfully when someone asks me what’s wrong is because I know that most of the time people don’t care about my problems and they just want to know what’s going on because it satisfies them to know everything that goes on with everyone.Who you are"Don’t lose who you are, in the blur of the starsSeeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, It’s okay not to be okay. Sometimes it’s hard, to follow your heart. Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising, just be true to who you are." - Jessie J, Who You Are. O_Ocan't see the floor O_Owhen did that happen? new family membergot a new family member today.his name is Pinky <3 why?I don't exactly know whywhy you took what we had The fall from the chair Very, very bad. What went through your mind As you took your last breath, I hope you tasted The bitter taste of death. I hope you remember All the great things we share, And the way you make me feel Knowing you didn't care. You couldn't spare a feeling Maybe even two, Your right That was to much to ask from you. It's sad I had to ask you For your life, Am I not good enough Or did you have to stab me with a knife? The next time that we meet Will be at Heaven's gates, Good thing Heavens a great place Or it might remind me how much I hate... I hate what you did And I hate what you've done, I hate that your decision Is a permanent one! that suckshate getting to get to know people in heremaking friends whit them and find out they are fake :/ that really sucks. like, can't you just be yourself? =3I love to hear your voice. I love how it sounds. I still want to call you, even though we had nothing to talk about.I love it when you tell me those 90’s corny jokes. It’s so cute. But when other person tells that to me, I feel like I want to bust out their face. I love it when you sing those boy-band songs. As if you really mean those lyrics. I love it when you’re being jerky to sing Billy Ray & Miley Cyrus’ songs, and trying to imitate their voice and moves. I love it when you’re being just yourself and don’t care if you can turn me off. Who doesn’t need to act like cool, and to talk like cool and to say cool things. I don’t know why but, you’re so cute. So cute. So cute. And so cute. I love it when you’re beside me, and want to hold my hand and thinking if I’ll allow it. I love it when you’re looking in my eyes, as if you want to kiss me, but you’re thinking if I will be mad. I love everything about you, and I don’t even care what’s got into you. I don’t care about your past your weakness, your angst problem. And it was irrational. I don’t care about anything and anyone. Perhaps people think that I’m so stupid, insane and out of my mind. But I don’t care about them. I don’t care what they’re saying. |