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what if theres a guy that makes you smile by just talking to him when no one else can do that? what if you want so bad to meet him but your scared scared that you could actually fall in love with this guy who seems like the right person ofr you and you know tat at the end of the day youll go to sleep with a smile because you know at the end of the day that you crossed his mind and if you think it might be you you might be right

“Every guy I like breaks my heart and the only guy who really did like me now hates me because I broke his



“And I hate that every time the phone rings... I want so badly for it to be you.”



I’m just nervous about school, that’s all. Nervous about seeing him and having to walk away, and hearing his voice scream my name as I’m walking away, but even more, seeing him and her kissing as I turn the corner.”

“I need you. I need that guy who can make me laugh just by the way he says hello when I pick up the phone, the guy who makes my hands shake when I'm sitting next to him, and the guy who isn't afraid to keep hugging me when I'm not ready to let go yet.”





Watching you walk away from me tonight, knowing that in that moment it was the last time any of the emotion we've felt for each other would ever be expressed, realizing that as much as you wait for someone, as much as you love someone not everything that feels right is meant to be. And seeing for the first time in my life, that sometimes... watching the person you love walk away from you is the best thing for you, even when its the most painful to watch them not turn around as they walk away.”

10 things i hate about you



"I hate the way you talk to me

And the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick;

It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it that you're not around

And the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way

I don't hate you --

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

tHE TRUTH IS i LOVE YOU iM so in love with you and you dont even know Im wrong I dont hate you I hate myself

Now I have time to write I feel like all I do is go to school and then go to work and somewhere between then I somehow find time to actually mess up the relationships that I have with the people that i love! This is the way I see it im lonely Im tired of going out everynight just to have another selfish fratboy drool all over and then look down my shirt and try to cop a feel and Im still faced with that question am I asking for too much? by wanting someone to love me

Idea of a Friend







In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.



In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.



In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.



In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.



In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.



In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.



In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.



In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.



In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.



In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.



In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.



In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.



In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.



At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.



The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving

behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.



Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

Dear Boy,



I do not know who you are, or where or when we will meet, but I do hope it is soon.

I pray that when we meet and fall in love, you will love me for me, and not hope for someone who is thinner or prettier. I hope you won't compare me to girls who may have brighter smiles. I hope that you will make me laugh, take care of me if I get sick, and be trustworthy.

I hope you will remember that I prefer daisies to roses, and that my favorite color changes with my mood. Please know that my eyes aren't blue, they're gray, with flecks of navy.

Please know that I might be too shy to kiss you first, but please don't be afraid to kiss me. I won't slap you or push you away. I'm sure your kisses will be perfect. When we go on a date, please don't stress about where to take me; what's important is that I'll be with you.

If I cry, please know it isn't because of you, just hold me close and I'll heal quickly. And, if it is because of you, I'll heal just the same.

And if we decide to break up, please understand that I may be bitter, but I'd like to be your friend if you'll let me. I promise to remember that you have feelings too, even though you'll never admit it, and when you are ready we'll have a friendship.

Please tell me if anything I do bothers you, or if something just doesn't sit right. I would like you to always be honest with me. If I have a bad day, I hope you will shower me with confidence and smiles.

I hope you don't think that I'm asking too much of you. I hope you understand that I'm a little bit nervous and very scared. I wish I could tell you how or when we will meet, and if we will be in love forever. Every relationship is a new game of cards, and ...(sigh)...I've never been good at cards. But I will try my best to be kind and love you dearly for all that you are, without expecting too much from you. Thank you for listening; this is all that I ask.

Yours always,

Me

Hey just to let everyone know im usually online from8-10 and from12-1:30 sooo............ do wat you want

I was gonna write but something came up

LUVZ

XXXsammielee09XXX

'this is letting go'





that night, the night when i finally said 'enough is enough,' was biting cold as i slipped out of the party, struggling to hold back my tears & making it only as far as the car, where i spent what seemed like ages fumbling with my keys until i finally felt the lock give & rushed, shivering, into the driver's seat. it took a minute for me to move; i sat there instead with my hands on top of the wheel & my forehead pressed against it, taking in deep breaths of the cool air that was slowly becoming tolerable. sitting up, i wiped my eyes, though it was as useless as a shoveling snow while the blizzard is still happening, & began to drive. i had no where to go, but somehow it seemed like the only option. the lights of the city all blurred into one & i could barely make out the reds, greens, & yellows of the traffic signals as i drove along. my head was no longer doing the driving, though; instead, it was my heart, & i somehow found myself at the football field. you know the one. you remember the night. & as i sat there, i saw it all play out, & through my tears, i smiled. the next place i passed was the sidewalk in front of my grandma's apartment, the one where we stood kissing in the rain. i closed my eyes, & the wetness on my face was still there, almost as if it were happening again. next were the flower shop, the gas station, the car wash...i also passed the beauty salon, & saw the sign that read: mt. pleasant: 60 miles. i passed meyer's courtyard & i saw the very place we had parked that night. it couldn't possibly have been almost two years ago, could it? because i could still feel the way i had felt that night, the way my cheeks had ached from smiling so hard. the bowling alley, the y, the movie theater...every place has it's own story, it's own unforgettable memory of 'us.' remember when it was 'us,' not 'you' & 'me?' i kept driving, letting occasional sobs escape my mouth as the rain from my eyes steadily fell, & i went to the place i knew would hurt the most. i drove past 'your road,' past my old house where we drove through the fog & you gave me a kiss on the cheek while i drove because you 'couldn't help it,' & finally i saw it. the rest stop. our rest stop. two years it had been ours. i parked the car this time, walked out to the table where we had layed together, & laid down in the freezing cold, listening to the rush of the river. the cold wind burned my face, but when i closed my eyes, i could almost swear it was your warm breath brushing against my face again...i could almost feel your skin against mine, here you whisper those three little words. & i swear, at that moment, the tears were gone. i sat up & looked around. the grass, the grass we had made memories on, was no longer beautiful; it was ugly & brown & had lost the magic it once possessed. i almost laughed at the irony of it all. instead, i sighed, slowly got up & walked to the car. with one last look, i got inside, started the ignition & wiped my eyes completely dry. '& this,' i thought to myself, 'this is letting go.'

OK IM 19 years old and I still get in trouble for stupid stuff and its stupid that I still put up wiyth the stuff and that I still live there but the thing is id rather live at my house and put up with the drama then live on the streets im not crazy>>>>

All the time you hear all these stupid lil' quotes but I've got news for you I've got more!!!



~**When we get old and are old ladies,

Were still gonna be in the nursing

home, knocking over tables and

staying up all nite watching south

park with our "Fuck the world"

t-shirts on...cuz were juss that cool**~

~**bumpin & grindin & oh.

i think im LoSiiN control ♥**~

~**

"THE BODY IS MENT TO BE SEEN .



NOT TO BE ALL COVERED UP." ~**

~** NO body Puts babi in the coner!~**

~**Most lies about blondes are false~**



I hope you like my stupid quotes

luvs

XXXsamielee09XXX

what do you do when the person that you love is not accetable in your world or accepted by your society? You dont turn youre back on them do you you dont shut them out? but what the FUCK do you do? you cant just sit there and wonder about them and just be able to see them one day a wk and tlk to them for 20 min at a time can you? What if youre parents know that hes 6 yrs older then you but they dont know that he is your bf cause they told you to leave it alone? What if hes ben to prison for 18 months and you were with him the whole time and he has a child ( I luv SAM With my whole heart even tho' hes not mine) and his babi moma hates you and his family told him to stay away from you especially since your parents are good friend and they own bed& breakfests next door to each other?....................N e 1 can help Me? Please im confused