Bestfriends are the pillow & support everybody needs. There are many kinds. The kind from k-4 to 6th grade. The sleep-over kinda friends. Always there for some lil kid fun. Then there’s the friends from 7th to 8th grade. Always there until something goes wrong. Or always there. Advice-givin-shoulder-cryin bestfriends. Then high school comes & everything mixes up. Groups change, people move & its not the same. You get more “bestfriends” & lose some. The party-goin’-shoulder-guy-stealin-secret-tellin bestfriends. Still there for you. But then high school ends & people spread apart. College- get more friends. Partyin friends. Either way, bestfriends are like pillows, there to cry on, scream to, & to punch on. They are there. & they are yours, use them while you can, trust them everyway possible. They are bestfriends. Make everything last.
Maybe, if you wouldn’t have hurt her; she wouldn’t have popped that last pill. Maybe, if you wouldn’t have lied; she wouldn’t have tried to run away. She is the way she is. There is no stopping her. Don’t try to change her, don’t try to judge her. Love her for who she is. What she wishes she could be—better. Because putting her down will be one more pill; one more mistake that’s just goin’ to put her closer to the edge. Not everybody chooses how they are. They just .. are. They learned that way, but maybe they don’t want to be like that anymore. Maybe they are tired of bein looked down on, bein judged, bein used and lied to so dang much. Maybe she just wants to change. But she can’t because she tries, and you judge, lie, use, cheat, and critisize her too much. So She Flips. She stops caring, she stops wishing. She is the way she is.. for good. & think.. it’s all because she couldn’t get any support. Because nobody could stand to see her happy. Because all they could do was judge. So maybe, you should think. ” would i want this to happen to me? ” before you go on about your day just judgin away. It’s because of people like you that there are people like that in the world. People That Flip, And Give Up, And Stop Caring.
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Maybe, if you wouldn’t have hurt her; she wouldn’t have popped that last pill. Maybe, if you wouldn’t have lied; she wouldn’t have tried to run away. She is the way she is. There is no stopping her. Don’t try to change her, don’t try to judge her. Love her for who she is. What she wishes she could be—better. Because putting her down will be one more pill; one more mistake that’s just goin’ to put her closer to the edge. Not everybody chooses how they are. They just .. are. They learned that way, but maybe they don’t want to be like that anymore. Maybe they are tired of bein looked down on, bein judged, bein used and lied to so dang much. Maybe she just wants to change. But she can’t because she tries, and you judge, lie, use, cheat, and critisize her too much. So She Flips. She stops caring, she stops wishing. She is the way she is.. for good. & think.. it’s all because she couldn’t get any support. Because nobody could stand to see her happy. Because all they could do was judge. So maybe, you should think. ” would i want this to happen to me? ” before you go on about your day just judgin away. It’s because of people like you that there are people like that in the world. People That Flip, And Give Up, And Stop Caring.
thanks :)
all this war shit is getting on my nerves. what is the point of it? why cant we all get along? i’m not tryin to sound like a hippie or anything. but i’m gettin sick & tired of havin to worry about people i love goin into the army or military & gettin killed. i see it as men & women leaving there husbands & wifes to go die . or maybe leave kids behind they might never meet. i mean, i love my country but cant there be any other ways .?! opinions .?!
cheaters will be cheaters. & liars will be liars. all in all they are horrible people. they don’t deserve another chance. they don’t deserve anything. if they cheat; don’t look down on yourself thinking that you weren’t good enough. chances are ; you were too good for them . don’t stay strung on them for nothing . they messed it up; so you just gotta show them what they messed up .
I am who I am. For a reason. People have made me this way, from my 5th birthday.. & still today.
life’s story? oh’kay.
: I really don’t remember anything before my 5th birthday, but i do know that i lived with my grandparents. My parents divorse was final 4 days after my birthday. & of course, i didn’t know what was going on. I though my dad was just on another business trip like always. My mom dated a drunk, & when he was drunk, he was mean. Like get pissed, beat shit & not give a crap mean. But when she came to her sinces, they seperated. & not long after, my parents were back together. Everything was great, until i was 8, 9, & 10… My dad got aggressive. If i said one thing wrong, he would get my brothers spike belt or my moms leather belt & aim for my back, not my ass, my back. & sometimes, my legs. It just got to where he left more often on “business trips”, he kind of stopped caring, & he started doing drugs. But i didn’t find that out until i was 13. One day, he just went off the deep end & kicked us out, because they weren’t married & yeah.. well we moved out, to another guys house. he was pretty cool. sometimes. he let us ride, go shootin, go fishin, & everything. because he had a son a year younger & a daughter 5 years younger. But him & my mom fought alot.
& that’s also the summer i found a guy… this guy isn’t the kind you’d be “oh, i love you so much & never want to lose you.” no. this was the kind of guy who got sick to think of that. He had major anger issues. He was 15, so he was much, much stronger than me. So when i did hang out with him, or snuck to see him, we would always fight. I do blame myself for everything we went through, but i blame myself for everything that happens.. Anyways, I was hit. & i would go to school with black eyes & say i ran into the door, or dropped my phone on my face. But he shapped me, he made me tough. Kinda..
My mom & that guy got back together & broke up & got back together.. etc. When they broke up, we lived in appartments. & i met all the people i shouldn’t be around. i started doing crap i shouldn’t have, going places i shouldn’t have. I was bolemic. I made myself throw everything up that i ate, & my gag reflex got weaker & weaker . So i stopped eating, i was anerexic. I did it because of the people i knew, places i went & thing i was doing. But someone got me out of that stage, & i’m thankful. Because i started having seizures & was on the verge of dying.
But now my mom is engaged, & i got the news last night that we are moving to Charleston. Away from everyone I know & love. But this means i get a new start :)
I’m pretty complicated, there is alot i don’t want people to know. So you don’t know everything about me. So don’t judge. That’s bullshit. You seriously only know half of me, maybe through everything on here will help you out.. :)
