When I think of you, I think of the way your arms held me so perfectly. I think of the butterflies I felt whenever I saw you. I think of the nape of your neck and the gentle caress of your back. I think of your doe-brown eyes peering into mine. I think of your
Read more →Greg, You talk alot in class because you are quite popular. You were too loud this time and got moved up next to me for the remainder of the day. I don’t know you well and you don’t know me. I looked over at you and I heard you say, “how have you been?”. I
Read more →Before I met you I was getting better and finally learning to be happy, I mean truly happy by my self. I met you and I instantly liked you. I wondered if I should make a move, I wondered if I should even consider getting involved with someone again after i just got over a
Read more →I’m 18 years old and I cried within the first 10 minutes of “Princess and the Frog” (and I haven’t cried for years) not because I’m a wuss, but because that little girl Tiana wished on a star for all her hopes and dreams to come true. It reminded me so much of myself, living
Read more →The scabs came off today. They finally parted from my skin, and I can see the beginning of the scars. My problems may subside in the future, but my scars will haunt me forever, and I will never forget. But maybe, I don’t want them to. I will wear them with pride. I have made
Read more →Dear Pappy, I miss you. Every day, every night, I miss you. Its been 8 years, and I miss you. You left me when you were most important to me, and you’re the only one that I’ve ever loved that much. I cry myself to sleep and cuddle your stuffy every night. You never leave
Read more →Dear J, Thank you. Thank you for ruining our friendship because of your stupid girlfriend. Why do you always get the girlfriends that hate me? And, of course, it’s made ten times better by the fact that it’s my boyfriend’s ex. Classy. You’re killing him, by the way. You’ve completely changed. You’re treating him like
Read more →I’m Suffocating With your arms around me I just wanna scream Need to be free All that fills my head Are visions of what you’ve done I was too young to understand But now I just wanna run Don’t tell me you love me Don’t call me your pumpkin When all I can think of
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