iSamantha.
its like looking at all the students and wondering whos had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having math class, and a essay due in on top of that. or wondering who did the heartbreaking, and wondering why so why does it have to be so personal? its much easier not to know things sometimes. things change. and friends leave. life doesnt stop for anybody. i wanted to laugh. or maybe get mad. or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
i dont know. i guess there could always be someone to blame. its just different. maybe its good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, i think that the only perspective is to really be there. becus its okay to feel things. and be who you are about them. i was really there. and that was enough to make me feel...
ѕαммιє αи∂ ∂єαи; вαвү үσυ'яε мү ωσяℓ∂♥
he's the kind of guy;
that could look you in the eyes when your knee deep in tissues,
& your face looks like it's been badly beaten,
& with all honesty, can tell you that your;
nothing less than beautiful..
that could look you in the eyes when your knee deep in tissues,
& your face looks like it's been badly beaten,
& with all honesty, can tell you that your;
nothing less than beautiful..
he shot across my sky like a meteor..
i think the idea is that every person has to live his/her own life &then make the choice to share it with other people. you cant just sit there and put everybodys lives ahead of yours &think that counts as love. you just cant. you have to do things. im going to do what i want to do. im going to be who i really am. &im going to figure out what that is. &we could all sit around &wonder &feel bad about each other &blame alot of people for what they did or didnt do or didnt know.
he said; forever..
i've dealt with my past, faced all my demons. finally content with a past i regret. i've found you find strength in your moments of weakness. for once i'm at peace with myself. i've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long. but i'm moving on...
basically, i just wannur be the girl he gives his hoodie to wear & cuddles up next to when it's cold. i want him to come up behind me and wrap his arms around me, & whisper in my ear; 'your beautiful'.
1st march 2010. sammie & dean <3.
just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. to make this all go away. &disappear. i know thats wrong becus its my responsibility, &i know that things get worse before they get better. i walk around the school hallways &look at the people. i look at the teachers &wonder why they're here. if they like their jobs. or us. &i wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. not in a mean way. in a curious way.
