| Heres some more quotes. But for now since im still grounded and busy dont i have much time... , for every comment i get ill post two quotes...! So comment away for more quotes... <<3.
im not a perfect girl, my hair
doesn't always stay in place.
i spill a lot of things, im pretty
clumsy and sometimes i have
a broken heart my friends and
i sometimes fight and maybe
somedays, nothing goes right
but when i think about it &&
take a step back, i remember
how amazing life truely is and
that maybe just maybe i like
being unperfect
this next one is very long but so worth the time of reading it....
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!
WHEN WE H0NESTLY ASK 0URSELVES WHiCH
PE0PLE iN 0UR LiVES MEAN THE M0ST T0 US, WE
0FTEN FiND THAT iT iS TH0SE WH0, iNSTEAD 0F
GiViNG ADViCE, S0LUTi0NS, 0R CURES, HAVE
CH0SEN RATHER T0 SHARE 0UR PAiN & T0UCH
0UR W0UNDS WiTH A WARM TENDER HAND. THE
FRiEND WH0 CAN BE SiLENT WiTH US iN A M0MENT
0F DESPAiR 0R C0NFUSi0N, WH0 CAN STAY WiTH
US iN AN H0UR 0F GRiEF & BEREAVEMENT, WH0
CAN T0LERATE N0T KN0WiNG, N0T CURiNG, N0T
HEALiNG & FACE US WiTH THE REALiTY 0F 0UR
P0WERLESSNESS, THAT iS A FRiEND WH0 CARES
If you've ever had a broken heart, you promise yourself to never let it happen again. Don't wanna think about it, don't wanna dream about it. But it finds its way back into your head. The "I love you's, I need you's" are only words that people say. They're just words, when they're hand in hand, with the games that people play...
im the kind of girl
who is constantly making
mistakes &having them
shoved in her face
These Days:
everyone is depressed;
No one cares about your personality anymore.
There are few songs without cuss words.
You bring up the Lord && people look at you weird.
You stand up for someone && get called a bad name &
the type of clothing you wear describes you.
How much money you have gives you your popularity.
Everyone breaks each others hearts && doesn't think much of it
you can become so lonely.. And no one would notice
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i WiSh . i WaNt . i*D lOvE to be .
. HiS LoVe . HiS LiFe . HiS EvEryThiNg .
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you know what i want ? just once
i want to be someone`s reason for
waking up,, someone`s reason for
just going thru another day,, just
one time i want to be the one being
wished for. the one who makes a
guy say [[i`m so lucky to have her]]
to put it simply;; i want to mean to
somebody.. what they ment to me..<33
Life is not a dress rehersal. Everyday is opening night
"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives."
- Unknown
thats it for now... comments please. <<3..
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