skier_x3
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I love photography and meeting new people and friends and i love my family. i have a bunch of pets; my parents are divorced; i have a crapload of food allergies... i play soccer, i ski, i do lots of stuff. if you have any questions about me then just comment on my profile and ask ! :)
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Beneathe The Waves
Preface
Yeah, welcome to my preppy and rich
high school where everyone has friends and a big house with a
pool. We’ve got everything in this school; the hot guys,
the popular people, the nerds… and then there’s me,
a complete different category. Ok, I have a boyfriend and a house
with a pool and all the new styles, but does that mean I have
friends? No, they practically dumped me and now I feel like Cole
doesn’t want to be with me anymore now that he knows
I’m not one the preps. He doesn’t act like he
loves me at all, yet because I love him so much; I’m scared
to ask him about it and risk losing him… I don’t
even have friends anymore that will be there for me. Why
can’t I have a friend like in all the movies? One that will
be there for you all the time and is your one and only best
friend? It’s just so unrealistic and I wish I could have
one. Before the summer, it felt like I had three best friends
that were so amazing and always there for me that it was almost
fake, yet I thought they were real; I thought they were my
perfect friends. But now, I know they have they’re own
little movie type of relationship within themselves, and I was
just one of them out of pity.
I’m a sophomore, and I still feel like I’m dealing
with the old middle school drama that I had. Stupid little fights
with friends, the feeling of jealousy with the guy, I mean,
it’s like I’m reliving middle school with more
homework. I thought maybe people would grow out of stupid things
like that, maybe mature a little by their second year of high
school, but I guess I was wrong. There are still the clicks with
the preps and popular people, the nerds, and the miserable people
in the middle. Again; just like middle school. It feels like in
every other high school, people have their own groups of friends,
but no one’s more popular then someone else. But, of
course, with my luck, why would something so convenient happen in
my life?
take me aside and hold my hand. tell me everything is going to be alright. kiss my lips with gentleness and tell me everything is going to be alright. be my best friend i'll ever have, and tell me everything is going to be alright. arm wrestle with me and have a good time, but tell me everything is going to be alright. hold me when i cry, rub my back when i die, and tell me everything is going to be alright. cry with me when i'm sad and please, tell me everything is going to be alright. when everyone leaves me for who i am, tell me everything is going to be alright. if i break my leg, or hit my head, play with my hair and tell me everything is going to be alright. If i'm grounded, come to my window and throw pebbles, but tell me everything is going to be alright. if the power goes out, the heat is down, come to me and lay yourself on me, warm me up, then tell me everything is going to be alright. if i throw up, hold my hair back and tell me everything is going to be alright. when i get pregnant, and i'm screaming at the age of 22 in the delivery room, tell me everything is going to be alright. when my mother dies when i'm 50, hold me close and tell me everything is going to be alright. when we're sitting, watching tv, worrying when our lives will end at 86, hold my hand and tell me everything is going to be alright. but when you die, at 95, i'll look at your grave. you won't be there to tell me that everything is going to be alright.
i'll tell myself
, Take away my pain. Why don't you understand, that this all I have in hand. You tell me you're my friend, but really, 'til the end? I dream of your hair and of your kindness and think, we should be a pair. I cry when I see you, then I trip over my shoe. I run away from your hugs, and regret it. Ugh. I fell on the ice, running away from your sympathy, I want more of your nice.. I don't go a moment without think of me and you, you just really have to shoo. I can't take the pain anymore, my heart has finally tore. &thats how it ends