Stuff

1. video post Wed, Nov. 17, 2010
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   The sweetest memory can sometimes make you sick.

2. text post Sun, Nov. 01, 2009

   To the mistakes I’ve made…

   Do you suffer from broken-heartedness as well?

3. quote post Sat, Oct. 24, 2009

   You CAN do this!

4. text post Sun, Oct. 18, 2009

   For Kicks

   MY BAG:

   1. Lip Gloss
   2. APUSH books/binder
   3. Three different jackets and five different shoes
   4. Tooth paste/Tooth brush (Essesntial “going to bed” ness)
   5. Cell phone
   6. Umbrella
   7. Nine cute tops and six pairs of pants
   8. A cute summer dress in case its hot…
   9. “POSITIVE TEEN”
   10. Brush/Hair Tie
   11. Blow Dryer
   12. Picture book
   13. Map of all Tourist Attractions
   14. Extra $$$
   15. Carrots/Apples/Bannas
   & 16. Retainer

   HIS BAG:

   1. Gameboy
   2. Gameboy charger
   3. A shirt, pants and flip flops
   4. Sugar sticks.

   -.-

5. text post Sun, Oct. 18, 2009

   Sometimes I want to SLAP myself for being so selfish.
   
   Really.
   I mean.
   
   How could I even think about doing such a thing?
   It was never an option in the first place.

   For the first time, I wish I could be her.

6. text post Thu, Oct. 08, 2009

   I promise you, if you love me, I love you too.

   If I loved you once, IT WON’T GO AWAY

   You think its hard?

   I’m not gone.

   Jeez Louise. ;)

7. quote post Thu, Oct. 08, 2009

   You love me, I love you harder.
   Hey Monday

8. text post Mon, Oct. 05, 2009

   Could it be better this way?

   I wonder…..

   

9. text post Sat, Oct. 03, 2009

   I Think About You

   I think about you when I’m alone and I think about you when I’m not.
   What is that? Pretty much all the time, yes?

   I think about you when something bad happens; Could it be you? What would you do?
   I think about you when a great event occurs; You would have done it better.

   The what if’s or how come’s are always on my mind.

   Yet I do absolutely nothing about it.

10. text post Sat, Oct. 03, 2009

    My Tiny Love.

    There is nothing sweeter than baby’s kisses.

    I ADORE my tiny love!

    And my punk!