I just finished my softball game. We sucked today. We lost by a lot.
I'm ACTUALLY GOING TO HAVE A FRIEND IN COTTAGE GROVE! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?! Hannah's sort of ex said that he will be my friend. so that's good.
*somtimes we wait to long for something that's never coming
*You can't stop me
*Ask me what's wrong. I won't even know
* So what if I'm random. I talk about things that happened years ago and I burst out laughing in a silent room because OBVIOUSLY I find something funny. I can walk down the halls waving because someone's bound to wave back. So why can't you accept that no boy is worth changing me because somebody loves me just the way I am.
*When you were little did you ever spread your arms out and spin? It's like love inside. You're telling yourself to sop because you might get hurt. But you don't want to , you just want to keep on spinning.
* Expect nothing and you'll never get hurt
* Her favorite song will say much more about her than her mouth ever will.
* You tell me it's all my fault. That I messed up everything. But you forget that I'm the type of girl that laughs at her mistakes
*Dance in the streets. Sing in the hallway. Shake it like a laffy taffe. Scream at the top of your lungs. Randomly talk to people. Eat candy until you throw up. Throw things at the screem at movie theaters. Make a new friend. Freak people out. Trip over nothing. Do the mary poopins foot thingy and fall in mid air. Push your friends into random peopl. Pass notes in class. Leave notes in random lockers proclaiming your love for them. Fall in love with someone all over again. Hug your friends. Give "Special" hugs to your "Special" friends. Smack a guy across the fave because you feel like it. Defend yourself. Tell your parents your glad to have them. Be crazy. Jump high over little rocks screaming "I can conquer anything!" just live it up.
*The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke. The girl who seemed strong, crumbled. The girl who "always laughed it off" cried. And the girl who never stopped trying FINALLY. GAVE. UP.
*Life isn't easy. Love hurts, boys lie. Friends stab, people die. Parents yell, you always try. You're never good enough and you don't know why.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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