XwHaThApPeNeDtOuSx

okay. so this isn't going to be pretty. & most of you won't agree. but what the hell happened to witty? It turned from girls sharing their feelings to a competition for the top quotes. & honestly? WHO THE HELL CARES if there are boys on here, its a free country, and there is no rule that says they can't. & what if it IS a girl pretending to be a guy? BIG DEAL. maybe she feels more secure that way, or is just trying to fit in. After all, don't we all attempt to fit in at one point? OH. And the 'jocked' quotes? Yeah, someone might be taking credit for your work, but honestly, theres no need to fight about it everyday.  So lets stop complaining about all this and move on to making our quotes as usual. This site is to escape drama, not start it.
-XwHaThApPeNeDtOuSx

oh, and p.s. my boyfriend broke up with me after six months, and I really wanted to get some good quotes out there, but after reading five pages of the newest quotes with all the complaints and people that are flipping out over these stupid things, I'm to disgusted to even go through my feelings & find the perfect quote to create.

Hey babe it your boyfriend, I just thought since your over on the couch i'd like to say how much im madly in love with you, your face ur eyes you personality your amazing great beautiful and pretty and i love everything about you <333333

                                                  With love,
                                                    Nick


I LOVE YOU

Too Naive to Know

8 years old now. Life's alright. We're getting by knowing one of us is gone. It's summer time now, so all the kids sleep in the family room together.  There's no more fighting for where we sleep, cause theres three couches; now theres only three kids.. Nobody has to sleep on the floor anymore. He hasn't been home for awhile now, but were getting used to it. Everyone's still hurt, but were coping. The house has been pretty quiet. Us kids are trying to keep the fighting and arguing to a minimum, to make it easier on our parents. We do our homework, and don't talk back.  My mom's still upset, and is doing less and less. She still cries, but in the silence of her bedroom, where she thinks  I can't hear her through the thin wall between our rooms. We're laying down, all asleep, when suddenly I'm awoken by the husky laughter coming from outside. Matt and Bill are already awake, staring out the window. There's a white hatted man running around the back yard. Who is that? I look out the front door window, and see some familiar faces in the street. His friends. The white hats his. It's him. What are they doing here? He's back up front again. Wait. There's mom. What's she doing? They're yelling at each other. Oh My Gosh. He just pushed her. Why'd he push my mother? I thought he loved her. Dad got between them. He's telling mom to come back inside. I'm scared. Chuck follows them in. They're all at the kitchen table. They're arguing. Chuck's got the phone. He's calling the cops. On himself? What's going on? My brothers are at my sides. We're sitting in the living room, peering in. Dad tells us to go back to bed, we go back into the family room, Matt's trying to comfort me back to sleep. It's not working. There's a door slam. We all rush to the window. It's the cops. They're taking him. Why?

--------> He was drunk, and in a rage, trying to collect all of his things he left behind. Again, just another instance of tearing our crumbling family apart, and I didn't understand. I used to ask my mom where he was, and she'd just cry. I didn't understand, and no one'd tell me why.

I Was Too Naive To Know.

come home from school, 7 years old. Life's so good. Up in my own pretty pink room, champing at super Mario 64. Doors slamming, my parents screaming. Foot steps, stomping from room to room. I race down stairs, and push my way next to my mother, who's staring at my brother. he was 18, face red, eyes blood shot. I was to naive to understand. I look to my left, theres a huge hole in the wall. My dad yells at me to go to my room, but my other brother, 12 years old, is sitting at the kitchen table, so I rush over to him, and ask him what's going on. He just looks at me in silence. More doors are slamming, chucks trying to escape. he runs from door to door, trying to get out. My parents keep stopping him. What's happening? I block the kitchen door, while chuck runs to the front. racing back, my parents on his tail, he pushes me out of his way and gets out. He didn't come back, not for at least three years. there were some visits, for food and a shower, but never when my parents were home. My mom lost months of sleep. cried all the time, clutching my brothers chain necklace in her hands, begging God that he'd come back. That's her baby. He's out there somewhere. on the streets. Maybes hes dead. How does she know? He was my favorite brother. always there to talk to and to help me on my homework. Now he's gone. Our family's not whole anymore. One of us is missing. He missed my birthdays. He missed his own. Every year I'd make him a cake. Praying he'd come home.  

-----> He was high. Under the influence of weed. It destroyed our family. He stopped going to school, and eventually dropped out. He was arrested numerous times. Put our family through Hell. This is just one of the stories i have to tell.

Summer 2010
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Okay, so I'm going write a story based on my pre summer, summer, and post summer. A lot went on during this time in my life, and I want to get it down somewhere so I'll never forget. (I don't think i could, but still.) From boyfriends, to break ups. Everything's going to  be here. Now, at the end of every chapter, (1 quote per chapter.) I'll include a list of characters and their current position in my life in the story. The story will be 100% true. I'm not going to sit here and exaggerate everything. It's more or less a big drama fest though. As most of our lives are. :/ I hope you like it. <3