Tuesday, July 26, 2011

GAWD.

i hate seeing your fucking posts on facebook, that's why i never get online anymore, and the one i just had to fucking see? she had to fucking like that status, meaning your still talking to her? god, you piss me off and you don't even know it, FUCK YOU AND HER. and bitch, you wonder why i don't text you back when you text me about pointless shit i don't give a fuck about? me and him BROKE UP, and you were supposed to be really good friends with me, you never texted me ONCE asking if i was fucking okay? you KNEW i LOVED him, you KNEW i didn't want that. BUT WHAT DO YOU DO, MOVE IN ON HIM? FUCK YOU.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The best kind of relationship


In a relationship, I don’t always want it to be a romantic dinner. It can be playful. It can include the nice fancy dinner, but as long as we spend it together, we won’t need to go out and buy an expensive dinner.  A playful relationship is a healthy relationship because knowing that I can laugh around you means that I am comfortable around you.  We can laugh at any moment. If I throw water in your face, it just means I am trying to get your attention. If we are cleaning up our dishes after dinner, I am going to spice it up somehow so it makes everything more fun. Who doesn’t want a playful relationship? Everyone fantasizes about a romantic date being out wearing something very expensive and looking very nice as they both eat dinner at an exclusive restaurant. The best kind of playful relationship is where the two enjoy each others company.
The best kind of relationship :) ♥

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

why bother


Why should you bother telling people your problems? When they will just turn back and call you an attention seeker. Why bother telling someone good news? They will just say you are showing off. No matter what you say or do,someone will always find something negative to say,even if you do the nicest thing. Negative people are always going to bring you down,they will call you anorexic if you are skinny,and fat if you are not,they will call you ugly,and many other things.They will do anything to bring you down,just so they can feel better.But you know what? fuck it,because at the end of the day you can’t please everyone.Especially not the people who will never be satisfied no matter what you do.

trust

Because we’re scared that maybe, we’re not good enough. We see other girls & think maybe, someone else will take our place. We look through every flaw that we can find. We get insecure. We’re afraid of getting hurt repeatedly. We have trust issues. I don’t know, that’s just how we are. We’re fragile. We’re not something that you should go around playing with & throw away when you’re done. We have feelings too, you know?

relationship?


Are you in a relationship? Good. Be happy. Make every second count. Do everything and anything you’ve always wanted to do. Because its true, It’s either get married or break up. You only have two options when you find a significant other. Don’t take a second for granted, because once its over. Everything, Those feelings, those promises. The ” I love you’s” will be all for nothing. In the end, you just become strangers again. In the end, you walk away from each other and act like nothing happened.

teenage love

heres to teenage love, these are the years. when else is he gonna leave flowers on your porch? or sit on the trampoline and count the stars with you? don’t waste the bittersweet taste of his lips, because you’re only young once. young love is the best kind. the most fun, most precious. these are the years. people who say teens are “too young to love,” don’t understand. teenage love is the best, the most romantic. these are the years, so hold on tight and don’t let them pass you by.

make him think he meant as little to you, as you obviously meant to him.

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he broke up with you, right? after telling you he loved you and calling you pet names like baby and sweetheart? yeah, i know he flattered you with compliments, only to put himself down so you would boost his fake low ego. did he tell you that you were beautiful? i bet he promised you the world. or maybe he would just mention how he was lying in bed and wished you were there. he dragged “i love you” out of you, didn’t he? yeah, you don’t have to deny it. he would talk to you last thing at night and first thing in the morning. he constantly mentioned losing sleep over you, every night, but we both know he slept like a rock. he made you love pictures that were just sort of “bleh” before. did you delete those pictures after he broke your heart? yeah, me too. all of your friends hate him now, don’t they? remember how happy they were for you? they warned you, but were your support system through it all. just remember, it’s okay to cry. and referring to him as “asshole” is perfectly expected. because, trust me, you’ll end up talking about him just as often, if not more, than before the break up. there will be the “one time”s and the “I remember”s, and once you think you’re over him, watch out. you better keep your eyes closed in the hallways, because i promise you, the next time you see him, he’ll be all over some other girl. a little part of you will want to warn her, but nobody will blame you for hating her and for blaming her for your pain. yeah, you’ll compare all other guys to him, because aside from the man-whorish, heart-breaker thing, he was perfect. he was everything you had ever wanted. or maybe you made that up. maybe, the second he started to show interest, you made up this perfect guy in your head, and he just happened to be just like him. whatever the case may be, you will find the perfect guy for you just like everybody says you will. i didn’t believe it either, but i’m starting to. the most important thing though is to not let him know he hurt you. don’t let him know he could have you back in a heartbeat. don’t give him that satisfaction. make him think you’re completely happy. when he decides to wave at you like nothing ever happened, wave back, sure. but don’t smile. make him think he meant as little to you, as you obviously meant to him.

marilyn monroe

“This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, somg go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soul mate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”
— Marilyn Monroe

dying is easy, living is hard.

I don’t know exactly what’s happened to me, and for the first time today, I don’t really care. I shouldn’t have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Monday, July 11, 2011

when you lose someone....

when you lose someone, someone you love. when they break your heart. it’s the hardest thing you could ever go through. and no matter how much time has past, the sting of the pain never really ever goes away. you may think you’re getting better, but then you have a flashback, or you hear a song that reminds you of a memory the two of you shared together. it hits you all over again, and all at once. like a stab in the chest. you start to fall apart for the hundredth time, and all you really want to do is just run away from the rest of the world. you love this person with all of your heart, even though you know you shouldn’t. they’re no good for you, all they do is steal your happiness and make you cry, and you don’t know why but all you want to do is be with them, and only them. other people come along and you give chances hoping you might move on, but you know you don’t want to. it upsets you to move on, because you promised to be with no one but him, and even though he broke his promise, you want to keep yours because your a girl of your word. on top of that you’re terrified. terrified of being hurt again. but it’s not like it matters anyways because at the end of the day you still go to bed thinking about the one who left you completely broken. you don’t want to miss them anymore. you don’t want to love them anymore, but you know you always will.
xoxo
-c

Friday, July 8, 2011

c


dont 
know 
what
the 
hell
im 
going 
to 
do.
but

need
you 
back.
c&l.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

wait for the one

Wait for the one. 
 
Wait for the one who will be your best friend, who will drop everything to be with you at anytime no matter what. Wait for the one who makes you smile like no other, and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the one who wants to show you off when you are in sweats and have no makeup on, but appreciates it when you get all dolled up for him. Most of all, wait for the one who will put you at the center of his universe, because obviously, he’s at the center of yours.

everything i now hate, post M.

-star-bursts
-my garage taht thgin
-goldfish crackers.
-how you made fun of me for my blogs, and told me i needed a social life -.-
-watching the food network
-licks.
-cuddle buddy
- bug life
-going through the pictures on my phone
-sex in the city
-eelyk
-the family room in my house
-my Ohio state blanket
-leaf fights
-the fireworks
-monster energy drinks
- my smooth after shaved legs
- i can't stand it (our song)
-his c smell
-good morning texts
-tall boys
-playing with dark hair
-boy cats named zoey
-his smell
-facebook
-basketball shorts he never wore /:
-June eleventh .
- the office
-green hondas
-my pic's on my phone

theres probably more ill add later 
xoxo
-c


i

i wan't something bad to happen to me.

i want to be run over, to be hurt by somebody, to have to go to a hospital, i want to do drugs and smoke, i want to take pills and pass out, i want to bash my heard into a mirror and cut my arms up. 

because i hate myself, and i want somebody to realize that.