I'll there be some CoolestBlister baby

screw you

Nope do explain

I wouldnt mind that

I'm not gonna let one of my good friends have a ****ing heart attack the first time she tries to **** a guy

And I'm out at school, and everyone loves me

Cept mosta the girls wish I was straight

Nothing is on my phone, you'll most likely think I'm into my self because all I have is pictures of me. And I delete my history on my computer, and keep things encrypted. I'm not here for no mess.

Hey my Brooklyn neighbors, lets hangout

Disco would come first not coolest

People never go with the title with this thread

Hey this is fake but its based off of me, and how being heartbroken can feel.
You know that feeling you get when you haven't seen someone in a long time? That person that you used to love but now all you have towards them is hatred? Well that's how I felt when I saw him, for the first time in years. My heart started pounding and I'm pretty sure he could hear it. My first reaction was shock, then anger, then happiness. I didn't know whether to run up to him and embrace him, or run up to him and punch him in the face. I needed to make up my mind soon, I ran out of time and he approached me and called my name. " adriana!" I wanted to turn around and walk away but I couldnt. I was stuck. Then all of a sudden my anger was gone. I was happy to see him, I couldn't help but smile, and think that I missed him so much, and I no longer felt empty. I ran towards him and he hugged me. I tried to hold in my tears but it didn't work. I couldn't stop crying, I didn't want to let go of him, I wanted him to hold me forever, for him to get rid of my biggest fears. He whispers into my ear and says, " I've missed you so much." I looked at him and saw that face, his voice sent chills down my spine, how much I've missed him, that sweet smile of his. I realized I was only angry at him because I didn't want to admit I missed him so much and I hated feeling so lonely and empty. Tyler interrupted, and said " it was so nice seeing you." I then started to panick. I shook my head and said, "no you can't leave. Please don't." He put his arms down and looked at me. I saw pain in his eyes. He was trying to hold back tears. He said, " I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." I backed away and my happiness turned to anger. I shouted, " just go. I'm not important enough for you to have a conversation with, let alone staying here." I didn't look at him but I could hear him walking away from me, again. Then a I thought of something horrible. What if that would be the last time I would ever see him? Seeing him today was just a coincidence, totally unexpected, but I didn't want my last memories with him to be horrible, I didn't want to end on bad terms with him. I felt angry again I wanted to just forget about it, and ignore that he meant something to me, that at one point in my life he was my significant other. I panicked, and I followed my instincts. I ran after him screaming his name at the top of my lungs, " Tyler! TYLER! TYLER!" Everyone looked at me like if I was some lunatic, but I didn't care. I saw him, and screamed his name, but I felt like I wasn't loud enough. I ran, but I felt like if I was too slow, this was turning into a nightmare. I followed him as he crossed the street, but I was suddenly hit by a car, the last thing I saw was him staring at from across the street, he looked concerned. Everything was turning black, and I had to let him slip away. All I could hear was him whispering to me, saying " I missed you so much." I woke up in my room, realizing that I dreamt the whole thing. I sighed and tried to hold back tears, if only I could see him and embrace him. I got up and tried to shake off the dream but somehow I could still hear him whispering saying, " I missed you so much." I tried not to think about it too much or else it would bother me for the rest of the day. This was many of my dreams that I had about him. I would have nightmares of me seeing him and him asking if he knew me. It wasn't helping, I was just sinking further and further into my own little world, only to be disrupted by screams, and fear of being this empty for the rest of my life. Doctors tried to help me, but I would never talk. I never felt like talking I was just in my world. My mother didn't want the doctors to drug me because it wouldn't take the pain away it would just push me further away from reality. I know I would get over it, but why did I have to suffer so much? Why was it that I was always sitting in my chair holding my blanket tightly?

Tyler was my boyfriend. Love of my life. We never argued, we always got along, but all good things end somewhere. His parents never liked me. Tyler's father ended up getting a job thousands of miles away from me. Me and Tyler were trying to work everything out, when his parents had a private conversation with me. They told me that I was holding him back, that he was never going to get anywhere with some ridiculous teenage romance. I was told to let him go. I told Tyler about what his parents told me and he somewhat agreed. We could be on friendly terms but we should no longer be anything past that. I didn't like that because I couldn't think if him as just a friend. We were childhood friends, but I spent the past three to four years being in a relationship with him. If we ended it, it wouldn't be the same anymore. I stormed off, without saying a word, too hurt to care. The next week I hear on the news that the plane Tyler was on crashed. They couldn't find any survivors. That sent me into a downward spiral into darkness, somewhere I've never been before. And that's how I've spent my life, upset over the fact that I never got closure with him.

My mother told me if I didn't try to get better I would go crazy. I didn't care, I knew I would end up going insane anyways. One day my mother snapped. She yelled," laying on the couch isn't going to help you get better!" She walked up towards me and continued, " how do you know he's gone? They never found his body." I ignored her and tried to go to sleep. She wouldn't stop yelling. "You haven't even tried to look for him, you just sit on the couch and sleep!" Irritated, I finally said something. "He's gone, forever. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone! Don't you understand that?!" My mother calmed down and gave me food to eat. She said, " you can at least eat something." She left my plate of food and left the room. After I finished eating I realized I was feeling drowsy. I felt strange, and then I realized my mother put medicine in my food to help me. This infuriated me, and I would not give into the medication. But I did. Medication didn't help me. It made me much worse. I felt so much pain. I realized I was too damaged, beyond repair by anyone. I wondered if that was how I was going to spend the rest of my life. How I missed those days when I was so happy with him, but he's no longer here.

I woke up one summer morning, the air smelled fresh, and the sun was shining. I felt better and I wasn't aching, but I still couldn't believe it was summer. Have I really sunken that low that I didn't even know what season it was? I got up slowly and I was walking into the kitchen when I heard a familiar voice. "do you think she'll love this surprise?" "She will be shocked but its for her own good. She will either have a meltdown in front of you, or she'll go back to herself, before the depression." He said, "I've missed her so much." Then I had a flashback. Back to when he was here. When me and Tyler wouldnt see each other for days, when we would reunite, he would always embrace me, and whisper, "I've missed you so much." Which would often bring me into a smile.

I walk into the kitchen and there he is. He still looks the same. He still has those deep dark brown eyes, his short brown hair, and his smile. My heart starts beating faster and faster. I look at him and notice he has scars all over his arms, probably from the crash. Before we say what's on our minds my mother interrupts and says, " I'm going to leave you two alone." She looks at me and leaves the kitchen. Tyler walks closer to me, with a slight limp. I closer to him and wrap my arms around him. He does the same thing. I start crying, but I don't realize it until he looks at me and says, " I would never leave you."

When he finally let's go, I'm almost start crying, because I'm afraid that he might disappear and that the whole thing wasn't real, but he is still there, staring at me observing me. He keeps reassuring me, telling me that I am not dreaming, that its reality. He finally speaks up, and says, " I love you." I turn around and smile.

Its a theory that we all know each other by the 6th degree. Every degree is a contact. So I may know someone who knows someone who knows you until the 6th degree. Facebook proved this was true.

Im talking about my texts and music library

Thats why i always say no when someone wanna use my phone

But if its to make a phone call, ill make sure ill be looking over their shoulders

We have 3 high schools in my town

I used to sleep with the quarterback of the football team of the biggest school

But my school is small and there are no cute guys. Well, there's like 7 but they're all straight.

I have my doubts about several though