With how many tears I cry, I’m suprised there’s still more in me
I’m gonna make all you guys sad and remind you that we have school on Monday.
K, Happy New Years Eve, all you dirty rotten skanks >:)
It Gets Better
A short film directed by my good homie.
It’s a very touching tale about the purpose of our existence…
I promise you won’t be disappointed, so please watch til the end!
oh yeah, I’m in it too! haha
@alexisraaae showed this to me. Amazing. Of course I teared up.
I’m a nice person. I can be a little too nice. People say I am and I admit I am.
Although today, I specified myself as:
Weak: Liable to break or give away under pressure; easily damaged
I’ve decided this by the fact that I had to go through all these guys that did me wrong, me wanting nothing to do with them, them being sorry, me forgiving, me caring, and them treating me badly.
I hate being so nice. People soon learn to take advantage of it afterwards.
I always give in. I texted them all first. I wanted to know how they were, and show that I tried. I mean, unlike most people, I actually and genuinely try.
But you know what? The hell with it. I’ll stop trying once they stop caring.
It’s like I have this vapid process where I have to go through all these douche bags to run into someone good for myself.
Most young teenagers nowadays treat “love” more like “lust”.
Using that word at this age is nearly deficient to meaning.
What does it mean to say “I love you” at this age? What do you guys really mean? What derives you to assume you are in love?
Sure, not all relationships are based on this, but most are. The one’s based on day or even week relationships. The one’s where you got to know a person, and after a week of being acquainted, you got together. Those ones. Don’t tell me you’re not familiar with those kinds. They are everywhere.
I know I’m one to say this, but I think I’ve learned better for myself.
There are so many things I’d like to say, but wouldn’t know where to start.
Expectations < Effort
Honesty. What the truth may be, I want it more than anything.
Whether or not the words you say will hurt me or not.
It’s a little sad.
When I think about it, I have way more guy friends than girl friends. It’s not even that I’m friendlier with boys, I’m not. There are some guys I’d slam into a wall- but Momma says that’s not lady like so I don’t waste my energy. But anyways, I just think some girls don’t know what they’re doing, who they’re doing, where they’re headed in life, or what their purpose is. Some just take things for granted and do whatever it is to feel wanted, or accepted. No one’s going to accept you if you can’t accept yourself first.
Desperation
Being nice is one thing. But being desperate is another.
Going from boy to boy makes you nothing but pathetic. Not telling someone you aren’t interested to keep them crushing on you because you feel wanted is ignorant. I’d hate to be mean, but you leave me no choice to assume the worst of you.
